The Coloring Book

Over the flower cross
the cloud of incense spreads

expanding in many stages
like sperm in a woman.

How intent you were hunched
over the page with crayons!

Such lovely flowers, I said,
turning you in the sun

to open like a kaleidoscope.
Wrapped in thought, I close

the coloring book. Bent
in the shape of a cross

it is large enough
for the casket.

Neca Stoller

If you've any comments on her poem, Neca Stoller would be pleased to hear from you.