before we
knew what sin was
we stole
a bunch of marigolds
sold them on the street
nose pressed
into purple irises
tall as I
inhaling sweetness
among the angry bees
Here I am posting poetry into cyber-space. Might as well post it to the wind.
wonderful visuals
ReplyDeleteThank you, Bernadette.
DeleteThese are so cool! I never knew you sold marigolds on the street!
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