Bouquet
weeks of
no wind
not a hint
of sway
so it seemed
that day
tossed the mold away
and returned the plant
then long I’d sit
and see it
like a facing window
framed it
and when night fell
fast asleep
the gust
a distant hum
muffled in the mildew
of the mind
then the sun
shown the splattered paint
damage done
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