Watching the Gladiolas Die.


 

[first draft]

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Watching the gladiolas die

Each branch, straining away from the other

Like the handwriting of a psychotic.

Blossoms, closest to the vase, drooping first

Those furthest away spiking, like thorns do

Defying the spine-curling sigh.

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© Ruth Ann Scanzillo  7/23/17      All rights those of the author, whose name appears above this line. Be a good person.

littlebarefeetblog.com

 

 

 

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