i know this place
as well
as any other
i know you
much less than most
this place
and this you
and now you
much more
than any
this flower
this self
in my eyes
decayed and fallen
still
beautiful
in my eyes
decayed and fallen
still
beautiful
2 comments:
it is a slippery situation to know anyone (or anything) and yet we create our realities upon this knowledge. it feels real enough. and so does this flower. what else is there?
(do you know what kind of flower this is, steven?)
blessed days:)
xo
erin
an old tulip erin . . . steven
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