Tuesday, 30 April 2013


you stranger were staring at the flower
a water daisy or whatever they're called
a margarita
your sister or whoever was sat down behind you on the phone talking to someone about how the flower had been growing or how it was still growing and how it was going to grow
not this one maybe but a flower
the water
on this headache hot Kaohsiung street lit up was like a pool of fresh mountain run off
this green and mossy bowl of flower water
just then the single flower was what you were staring at and your sister was talking about it and I was watching and I walked on into a grove of a hundred thousand flowers as high as a house and as deep as the sea that you walk into white and fluffy and immediately forgetting

written without thinking

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