Saturday, May 28, 2016

Wrinkled Beauty.

Wrinkled Beauty

The flower is wrinkled
like the flesh of my old mother
her eyes blinking fiercely
against the bright light

the flower is beautiful
as it hunches in its crystal vase, 
the petals fall
lazily to the countertop.

-published in "Chantaralle's Notebook."


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