You
open me –
Like
the unfolding petals
of
a Georgia O’Keeffe flower
at
the New York Met.
You
open me –
like
a lace curtain
untied
in
a Bruges home.
You
open me –
like
an origami butterfly
taking
flight
in
Narita.
You
open me –
like
the No. 12 tram
snaking
through
The
curves of a Lisbon street.
24th February
2011
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