Across The Garden

Something else rather than a void,

if the crystalline heads south.

Some other roses in this garden,

Harlow, red-faced, about the clouds.

Beneath the dried leaves I
need to find the essence of the human.

Persuaded, beautiful, red and grey.

Agnes' Chandelier.

It is cruel, if you can breathe.

Red romance behind the fence.

At the border I yelled.

Strawberries,

throughout ever-blossoming autumn.