Through the plastic and weak, rattling shades
Colored sickly and rusted
Rests raspberry bushes
I lay on in silence-soaked breeze
And hyacinths, wild heather
Laying soaked in clean, lavender sink-water
And resting watching in shrouds and halos
Navy star hands gently clutching aureate light
With starry dimples
And star-speckled poise
But the plastic and weak, rattling, cracking shades
Colored rotten and rusted
Obscure the organic,
Meticulous,
Beautiful
— Tallulah Stallvik