i poured a poesy <br />from a jar in a field <br /> <br />full of two-petaled <br />flowers that were <br /> <br />not mechanical <br />boxes filled with <br /> <br />churning lubricant, <br />but she <br /> <br />had on a dead <br />man's shirt. <br /> <br />the sun was just <br />coming up, and <br /> <br />our shoes were <br />covered with dew. <br /> <br />I remember purple <br />plaid blankets <br /> <br />and her beaming.<br /><br />Professor Plum<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-she-who-weakened/
