I open a book by Joanne Witzkowski

One Poem Only · Jun 6, 2025 · 1m

I open a book.

One brittle flower falls,

Shudders into dust.

No flicker of flame

Could be as beautiful

and as burning

and as brief

As the memories

that perfumed powder

evokes.

- Joanne Witzkowski



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