Don't tell me you don't remember
I was a flower
An impossibly delicate
budding flower
I was such a dulcet rose
God would have plucked me
for her own personal bouquet
until you came along
with your mutton chop sideburns
and faded blue paisley shirt
This is a daily exploration of creative energy. We post every other day "in response" to each other.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Personal Bouquet
Labels:
flower,
my response,
paisley shirt,
poem

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