reading: poems that make me think about Claire (video)

7: “my secret garden” and “first snow” (accessory to Claire’s altar)

wildflower

:

“deep inside

there‘s a feral garden

where ragged flowers

grow wild

without any

structure or rules

that is where the core

lies hidden

initial and raw

in its purest shape

down there

I keep creatures

deadly combative sinister

a needful measure

to obstruct the atrocious

disruptive forces

trying to

invade and contaminate

the purity

I have to protect

my secret garden”

my secret garden

first snow: