David Francis

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Man among Myrtles

 

I am sad.  Gustave is a flower
Who thinks, for example:
You got living to do, Skeleton.

            Clang, clang.

Petals split under rain.

From the chokeberry’s
Limbs, donkeys curious as jackals.
Gustave, stop choking yourself.

Ech, c’est miserable.

Voilà.