good morning canary

By sk

lightweight

rhododendrons weigh very little
ounce by ounce the needle creeps
until the pile is high and dark
(this is not a haiku!)


"You may not believe in magic but something very strange is happening at this very moment. Your head has dissolved into thin air and I can see the rhododendrons through your stomach. It's not that you are dead or anything dramatic like that, it is simply that you are fading away and I can't even remember your name.” 
― Leonora CarringtonThe Hearing Trumpet

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