Photo: mine
Monday’s Icarus
Sails past grey gardens
Still sleeping under
Blanketing snow
I know you well
Flying high above
I have become
Some grounded
Version of you
Marking days by
Papers and tests
Purgatorial penance
For past life crimes
Fuck emails, stats
I am ready to count
Buds on trees
Honour the first
Bumblebee to
Buzz by
Searching for something
Bright and fragrant
Enticing red petals
Flutter on green stems
Dance delirious
It’s only a crime
If you slice
Into a poppy
Watch it ooze
Bitter fluid
Collected, consumed
Blissful opioid
Leave it alone
Let it be
Just a flower
About the Creator
Aspen Marie
In love with life and all of its foibles.
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