Reagan Lorenzen - February 14, 2024
Artwork by - Nico Sproule
I drive alongside a dirty road.
My tires leave their mark.
I turn my head to the left
and see daisies glowing in the dark.
Maybe it's trespassing.
But who cares?
When will I get another chance to
pick flowers from Mother Nature’s hair?
I pull over,
leaving my door open.
Oh, I sense their divinity—
these petals were God chosen.
I pick the best of the bunch—
colors from yellow to pure white.
I can't wait to place these on a table.
Oh, I can feel my smile so bright!
I pull into the driveway,
through the door I race.
Someone please remind me…
Where did I put that vase?
I place the flowers in a cup instead
painted with bittersweet blues.
I stick them into the water.
How I love the smell of fresh and new!
These flowers will be dead—
maybe in a week, maybe a day.
But oh, how the flowers
always take my sadness away.
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