Rain

Rain on the window paints calligraphy on my wall—

I recite verses
to music playing
where pear flower stars burst forth
in the multicolored bowl on my kitchen table
where I once compared nature with artifice
and made love to the girl with ornamental hair

That’s what happens, she says to me now, when tradition
and art
are sacrificed
for the preservation of book pressed flowers

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