the daylight brings…
the daylight brings loveliness,
delicately bold flowers in crystal bloom,
doom, concealed in fear
and night time wanders by
high-compelled to stop it
Picking Flowers
mom wears a red-flamed hat
mine is blue like her eyes
it’s her favorite for picking flowers
outside our terrace
where we get to wave at the people
rowing their boats
and feel the wet breeze on our
rosy cheeks
today we put flowers on our hats
to make them smell pretty
mom says a lady should always
smell nice (fresh) like nature intended
mom even pinned some on her dress
her dark eyes lit up like sunbeams
the rest of the flowers we picked
sleep in the basket
mom says we should thank them
for their sacrifice
my lips kiss their soft petals
and again they press against them
on her coffin
my tears fall on her beauty
while my heart remains glued
to the picture of us out on the garden’s terrace
Note: referenced picture is “On the Terrace, 1881” by Pierre Auguste Renoir
The Elephant
remembers where it’s been
in the room next door
trampling your flowers
crushing the soil you worked hard for
yet suffices
carrying the baggage
you lay claim at the airport
eyes scared you’d spot it
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