The flowers you gave me are
still here. Still beautiful
in a room that captures light
as if it were a wren
uncomfortable in such a small space
flying into the glass and its double-paned barrier
again and again.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
The flowers you gave me are
still here. Still beautiful
in a room that captures light
as if it were a wren
uncomfortable in such a small space
flying into the glass and its double-paned barrier
again and again.