contemporary poetry

my mother twines me roses wet with dew
there are gains for all our losses
let us pity those who are better off than we are
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans
sun and wind and beat of sea
all day to watch the blue wave curl and break
all within and all without me
white foam flower, red flame flower
my mother taught me that every night
under dusky laurel leaf
the swan existing
one by one, like leaves from a tree
soft as the bed in the earth
bring me soft song