matt's poetry pocketbook:
poems and poets

flowers for buddha

Breyten Breytenbach

(I) breathe in (I) breathe
out (I) breathe in an abundance
in
           and
out
and smell moons of mimosa in tiny buches
yellow as summer

and the hushed hush
at your forehead
as in summer at noon

(I) breathe a summer a hush
and the scent of tiny bunched moons of mimosa
an abundance
in
           and
out
           and
in