Looking out on the meadow is surreal.
at the beauty.
Variety.
It is okay, you know,
that our favorite flowers do not match.
I understand that…
but you do not, do you?
Flowers…
soft petals on my face,
and thorns…
love is sharp today.
Too often we stick with thorns,
often others, not ourselves.
Flowers…
initially beautiful
full of human made meaning
trying to understand the bouquet…
the rose?
we should have no idea, the meaning.
Wait! NO!
Please do not pick me.
I will not survive you.
The meadows are wilting,
“Mommy, what’s a meadow?”
Curse of time,
human nature.
I did not survi
