monday 16 april 02007 10:31pm
i ought to be in bed

now she's like a bird with a thousand thousand wings tucked over herself. she is larger than when i left the house, and looser, but all snug together. her petals have closed in over the golden eye that peeked out this morning when she was smaller.

the first petal to peel open on sunday stands out now. i recognize its frilled edge. the others are close now, nestling.

i ought to be in bed, and the peony, she looks like she is sleeping.