Evening Primrose… Poem by Mark Heathcote

Evening Primrose…



Happy the hour between
Night and death
The pause, taken:
To a single living breath.

Here, I'll open my breast.
Upon moths calling
Like an evening primrose
Where sacramental-wings
Consecrate
The first-dewy-lit morning.

Tuesday, June 5, 2012
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