She leaned over the
roadside, and found
the flower
snipped it gently between
thumbnail and forefinger
raised herself and
delicately placed it
between the folds of her ear
a curve
an overlap
a furl
ears are
so intricately complicated
yet solid and corporeal
with the
flower
tucked behind her
ear, she sighed
the wind blowing her raven hair
back, away from
the flower
its bloom pushing
up for air
amidst this sea of dark
just a roadside
thistle, purple petals
bloom even when
there's no one to see
but she saw
the plain beauty of
an ordinary unique
creation
purple speck
amongst so many other colors.
Title Quote: Solsbury Hill, Peter Gabriel
1 comment:
beautiful!!! great use of words :)
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