tame flowers sit in glass and ceramic vessels, a demure display. they're simply arranged, logical order of height to best advantage. they sit for five days before being whisked away and swiftly replaced.
once, he asked her what would symbolize her love. she shrugged one shoulder, smiled neat white teeth. they spoke no more of it. (life proceeded just as usual) things changed, unnoticed, until the changes were too deeply embedded. (may as well be carved in stone) and after that she arranged a delivery. (picked at random… Continue reading Poetry 101 Rehab: Flora