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Tuesday, April 30, 2019

Garden


A forgotten life, love, a future of discarded possibilities

The shoot rises, the blossom opens, a fecund feast

For the society of bees, the buzzing congregation


Unfurling, petals drop from the bare stalk, soft pastels

Blushing and bruised on the concrete walk, withering

In the sun, seeds falling to the ground, each one a

Lost potential



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