TWO FINGERS TO PLUCK BEAUTY

SEVEN birds(flying
through a silver thought)dive:
ing i
-nto
autumn
colors
heavy
(each crying
together the
many
one
-ness)seven
spirits
trying to save
their souls
believing they’re alone
but a single mys-
tery(watches you change
| into a butterfly …
) silence.
You are the Flower.
And I say you are the One
in the soil that grows love
so alive ~ I watched you change. I plucked you up and took you home and placed you in glass and watched you die. It was Weeks while I watched
you metaphoroze into love
so alive and full of colors.
It’s like you knew me.
Like you found me.
A flower of love.

:: 10.09.2023 ::