Awkward
I've fallen in love with her...awkwardness.
Her wispy little poem petals.
Briefly flowing. Against the current.
Then giving in- screaming over the brink.
The petals coming together.
The reds, pinks, specked with blue infinity.
Spinning into in a black pool.
A mosaic of beauty in a tangle of plastic weeds...
Painfully serene.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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