The Enclosures

Four unexpected meadow flowers slide out from
the sky-blue letter you sent from Kyrgyzstan -
a clover with pink bristles, a blue vetch
faded to light mauve, a yellow crucifer,
a white chickweed. They lie here, tiny, flattened,
intact - as delicate as any of the wreaths
found buried with the ithyphallic boy-king
and all his rubble of riches: the collarette
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