“flowers must have grown here,
at some point”
                              he thought.
 
 
                  it was true, they had.
 
                        (my eyelids are caked
                         with soil--  life spills
                         thick into my mouth)
 
the little blue-violet ones that grow
close to the ground.  Hundreds and
thousands of them.  A virtual sea of
color that, given just the right breeze,
would ripple in giant waves as if
Poseidon himself were walking the
ocean floor…