Crowd of flowers,
turn their faces,
clapping their hands,
for myriad-pyramid-bird-formation.
They are preying on the South,
on it's dreams and aspirations,
and breadcrumbs of wisdom.
Single mockingbird,
intuitively takes the habitual hit,
of flower gossip.
"Don’t they have anything else to speak of?"
Questions the mockingbird,
who mindlessly mocks their chatter, out of usual custom.
The dove's company is gentle and sweet,
but surely off limits, sadly.
The dandelion puff floats by the path,
peddling and meddling,
or trying to distract those passing by,
from the ravenous Jezebel-gazelles,
littering the town’s alleyways.
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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I wish the dove could greet the flowers. I wonder what they would say?
Love the crowd of flowers 😊💙
What a delightful poem about flowers and birds interacting… or not! I love “ Crowd of flowers, turn their faces, clapping their hands,”😍