A SOUL DYING
The valley of Rainbow Border Dahlias
It is calmed tonight. The voices of people
Once upset and decorative given the nature
The best of Calla Lilies' funeral
While the moon pallid and pregnant
Is blazing around the horizon and flowing over fat clouds.
Across the street where that happened
Stella d'Oro Daylilies her name has been written
With candle lights: A teenage had died.
A sweet soul, a local reporter has said.
A figure of her stands up. With accusatory finger
To the vast God leaving nothing to be
Confused with! He killed me!
On the streets, they can see only cats and filthy dogs.
They are injecting and relating. They are out
In host hunting butterflies whose smell
Spread over the last earth's life.
Look! That is the girl. She’s painless with a sense of lost
Using her tropical ability to remember you and I
She cannot be alone. She seems to communicate
With rotten organism or the simplicity
That perturbs and penetrates the quietness of a bee.
San Fernando Valley, May 12, 1990