up all night
Bluelight Crew
My flower died today
due to habitual neglect
or mistaken identity.
Life's second death
and its final farewell
to the garden from which I stole it.
The petals dropped away.
Scarlet tips perspiring
upon the surface of a glass top table
and I watched from underneath
as its life soaked breath
settled beside its wilting stem.
This cold snap late in May
has broken yet another
of the many children bestowed
upon its harrowed, harried grounds.
Palms facing skyward in unspoken apology
I returned it to the home
from which it came.
Its shadow slipped away
but the loss goes unrecorded
save by the smiling lips of Juno.
Another seasonal fatality
in this cycle neverending.
My flower died today
Or maybe I did
due to habitual neglect
or mistaken identity.
Life's second death
and its final farewell
to the garden from which I stole it.
The petals dropped away.
Scarlet tips perspiring
upon the surface of a glass top table
and I watched from underneath
as its life soaked breath
settled beside its wilting stem.
This cold snap late in May
has broken yet another
of the many children bestowed
upon its harrowed, harried grounds.
Palms facing skyward in unspoken apology
I returned it to the home
from which it came.
Its shadow slipped away
but the loss goes unrecorded
save by the smiling lips of Juno.
Another seasonal fatality
in this cycle neverending.
My flower died today
Or maybe I did


