Flower

Flower
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Bluest sky you’ve ever seen

the sun hangs as if

in a sling

a salad of green

spreads before you

birds call out joyously

then, all of a sudden –

she stops, drops to

her knees,

snaps off a flower,

springs up,

holds it out to you,

Reality seemingly a

camera closing in

on this one detail,

and she says,

“Have you ever seen anything

like this?”

um,

formally speaking, no

it’s beautiful

but to you

it’s just another flower

Flower

and her smile

at that moment

is so much more beautiful

you proceed,

she skipping along

beside you,

looking at everything

and even though you love her,

because the timing doesn’t

seem right,

you fight the impulse

to hug her…..





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