Flowers
I became some flowers in a magazine -
someone's secret fantasy...
In turn, there was a loco, a station-master,
and someone watering the flowers.
I loved the part where I was watered,
for I had not drunk for days,
and I relished the water going down my stalks
and into earth below.
7/18/2015
Copyright © Julia Ward | Year Posted 2015
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