I can not move today.
The sky is heavy
and I am immobilized
by grey.
micropoem- illicit scent June 22, 2014
The perfume from
these stolen peonies
seems extra sweet.
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.
.
(Lest you think I stalk the neighbourhood, masked, with scissors in hand looking for floral victims: the peonies in question were bending onto my driveway from a peony bush in a bed so overgrown I don’t think the neighbours even know the bush is there!).
Shawn L. Bird 