Particles

Body is the essence of night,
a falling of flowers
A few particles of the night,
on the way to dawn.

The red of their stems is
the feet up, faces down
Quietly buried in the earth
of the dust, leaf-swept
By women of organic garbage,
to a greater dusk.

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