Hello flowers, I say.
The Alstroemeria stare back at me,
mute and smug.
But my own hello cheers me,
and I "am a child of the universe,
no less than" they.*
Hello flowers,
fierce flowers of the kitchen!
Hello flowers,
brilliant tall weeds of the table,
breathing air that I so sorely needed
during my commute.
Hello flowers,
you not-cars,
you placid whites and yellows
and reds that are distinctly not-headlights,
not stop-lights and not-red-tail-lights.
Hello flowers that will never rest beneath my foot,
that will never lurch beneath me,
that will never skid in the rain!
Hello flowers, I say,
now placidly past the noise and the haste.**
The hello-flowers witness my full wine glass,
and drink with me.
Sucking in chlorophyllic air
I grow
cantankerous and smug.
*from the 17th sentence of the Desiderata
**a near quotation of the first line of the Desiderata
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March 17 2006, 03:48:22 UTC 6 years ago
My commute sucked.
Someday I will write a book that wll make me never have to commute again. ;-)