Lavender

for Karl Stirner

Just for experiment I am burning the lavender

and scenting the air for if I sole crumble it

the scent though overwhelming, will not proceed

beyond a foot or sum of two units and for that matter the

stalks will hardly give not on an odor whereas the

flames make everything blatant flat as they

wipe on the outside the other odors, in this case mint and

curl petunias beneath your French window where

I walk back and forth crying from the sooty vapor

and moaning for the sachet I at no time had

and the receptacle full of silk, I was of that kind an enemy.

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