Comments about Marcea Flowers
Silently, So Silently, Maybe
Turning the little pages of the morning
I am just learning what forever may be,
That all of us are at least secretly in love
and in love all of our lives
silently, so silently maybe
not really holding a piece back,
letting everything come and go:
sunshine, storms, snakes, nightmare,
clods of lipstick-colored earth...
You never change, you watch me from your
fourth grade picture, surrounded by immortals,
taught by a nymph who walked through a tree's heart
One day, after school, when the sun was too bright...
I love you like lambs and brontosaurus