Watching the Gladiolas Die.


[first draft]


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.







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




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