Hour Eleven

A single red flower held at arm’s length
against the cerulean sky
sings of my love for chocolate and music
and banjos. (Maybe not banjos)

Left on a gravestone it symbolizes lost
on the keyboard of your spouse
love and romance

On an empty front step a sense of longing
regret perhaps.

A single green stemmed red flower
on a soldier’s jacket courage,
in the barrel of a rifle peace.

Courage, romance, longing, peace.

 

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