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A Memo Written on the Wind



Your face blushes,

your perfect clothes,

your perfect pose,

completing this temporary scene.

Young and old gather beneath your branches,

hoping to seal your breath in a frame.

Indulging in instances of bubbling mirth where the armor drops

just enough…

Your petals cast themselves off and your soft mouth closes,

a memo written on the wind.



Canola Flowers

ImageIn fields grazed by winter, where hues of the season leave tell-tale signs of abandonment; embers glow at their pillaged, frayed ends.

The Sun in the winter, the nourishment during the fast, the flower amidst the desolation. The Canola flower.

And how I wish I could implant that flower within my own winter weary chest. To graft it between my ribs and let its warmth melt away years of cold that have made the dripping wet days of summer seem to be far off memories of…somebody else.