walked them
in with me
round
petals like make believe snow
I wish I
could leave them
splattered patterns
outside drifted
in
clinging to
me
clearing
away gives me no pleasure
I want disarray
decay
flowers on
the floor
I get out the
vacuum
Duty calls the vac to attention...sadly i know what you mean (;-)
ReplyDeleteDuty calls the vac to attention...sadly i know what you mean (;-)
ReplyDeleteLove this exterior of blossoms blending with the interior
ReplyDeletethe outside world intrudes, the beauty of its transient patterns welcome; but order triumphs
ReplyDeletedelicate and memorable
love it, know it, and I do it too
ReplyDeleteambivalence capture = poem
ReplyDeleteSpace abhors a vacuum
ReplyDeletethe petals you brought in
return to the sky
Oh lovely. And funny.
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