Braided River

A Lion or a Flower (for Mayakovsky, I Thought) To all appearances a flower on a stem from the floor, behind that to all appearances hotel or boardinghouse window rising, lonely with his eyes in its petalled head, dark, thickly burning against the orange at this late hour, and yet the people, in passing, had to smile. But we knew, about windows at night in passing, so many we had called out to only to find it wasn't there anymore only acid dust bottles and where was the room the staircase? In passing while looking for, but it had gone back to the old house or looking for what, for more for a flower, a lion maybe to make them smile in this city at this late hour at the cement mixers, at the dead workingmen fast asleep in his eyes.Hollo, Anselm is the author of 'Braided River' with ISBN 9781844711093 and ISBN 1844711099.