Courting Flowers
A poem
Apr 11, 2019 · 1 min read
In my dream,
you walked
through hesitant fields,
patient and kind
courting flowers.
You admired their wildness
and mystery just
out of your grasp
yet remained curious
to know them.
Out of my dream
you picked the petals
in haste, in confusion
looking for something
not found and discarded
their furry skins
like a bone picked over
after the feast.
In and out of my dream
you choked on
alien words and went
to search other fields
perhaps more familiar.
You, who can charm
ethereal notes across
a thin blade of air
didn’t understand
the language of beauty.
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