Saturday, July 28, 2018

I was a flower once

I was a flower once.
I rode the air toward the sun.
Light gave me a scrubbing,
and rain shook my hand repeatedly
respectfully.

I am drier now, but sometimes
I still mount the air.
I'll do it until
I bow to the soil
finally,
respectfully. 

PS: Tugboat never dies.

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