Listen!
WALK WITH FLOWERS chamomile with their secret of sleep throwing themselves underfoot love to be pressed to the ground choosing to grow in the stoney road where they meet their bruises bootsoles and wheels the load of our bodies and burdens on their seeming-meek necks makes them fragrant makes flourish the tough little stems slight leaves like feathers for a bird of dust and stones makes the dozens of yellow eyes eager alert as the eyes of wolves as human eyes what suffers and has suffered and will suffer on this stoney road our feet take the crushed odor of flowers from