Katarina

(There was a post here
about spring
and the flowering cemetery
and the loveliness of it all, 

but none of the words came out right
and if it takes too much work to write,
I figure they weren't good to begin with
so I scratched them
and moved on to do something else.  

There's a metaphor for life 
and how one chooses to live it
in there
but I will feign blindness to it.)


"It could be worse," she said,
"The ship could have sunk and
we could all be treading water."