The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for October 2012
he is walking
too early
the
morning glories
still
open
the
sunflowers
just unfurling
the weedy
nicotiana
wave
in heaps by
the vacant lot
dreaming in
circles of
his
youth in
nocent and
spent re
covered only
as the
body
fails
the morning
glories
begin to
curl