Birthday Card
Flipping the flame over again
let dried seaweed cover
one abused recumbent form
and shake out your hair.
Come here quick and smell
like spices! No nest resents
its resident birds.
Far from shame, parsley offers itself.
I can sleep even when the world
is disappointing you again. For once,
we all can. Let’s begin
tomorrow now.
— Basil Cartryte
2025-04-06
(NaPoWriMo 2025 Day 6)