Friday, February 12, 2021

in carnations

Yes, I am almost lost in

this small, intimate forest 

from the supermarket florist

(carnations I bought myself).


I embrace their candy beauty

how gracefully their economy

aligns ( just so you know--

they must have cost <$7.99).


I address their bodies with 

eye caresses, knowing the dears 

may last for weeks--or for ever 

(if you're counting in flower years).


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