Flowers.

I stopped to pick the flowers today
mouthing the words
How appealing you all are
in your own way.

They held still – tightly grouped
citrus bright against the palm of my hand
yet still ā€“
all I could smell was their black and white
dissension: shedding around my feet.

 

Poppy ~xx~
5th April 2015

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