May 23
3 min read
Poinsettia & The Equinox & —
A poem comprised of notes from my phone during March, April, and May in L.A.
(Early March)
They say we are languishing, which is
to say we are at the edges —
hushed inside the liminal —
the poinsettia bloom
here in the basin,
half day, half night,
in March.
