Flowers Mate
Pollen approaching
The gladioli, when told,
Went weak at the roots
And her leaves fell apart
She dissolved into her perfume
Her petals all open
As she glanced at his stamen
Swaying long in the breeze
17.8.00
Tags: abstract, poem
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