Discoveries Made Too Late
upon seeing the potted flowers in the store
so beautiful, so seemingly original in all their
majestic aura, flirting with all the senses,
taken in by the smell & aroused by the touch of the
petals,
the onlooker wants nothing more than to take the
flowers home & make them their own,
so that they can place them on the windowsill
in order to catch the rays of light &
stir up the apartment, if possible,
with a new way of looking at the world---
in the same way we see beauty in other attractive human beings &
we want to smell, taste, touch them & then, unfortunately,
the need to possess them infects so many,
where taking them home &
placing them on the shelf so that no one else can get a good look at them
except through a thick pane of glass
still seems to be proper etiquette in the
21st century---
this invades what might of once been something of a pure
motive---
when already the ball has begun rolling,
the person stashed on the sill
finds themselves wondering what exactly is going to become of this
new relationship,
as the newness starts to wither
much like the flower on the sill whose watering gets neglected
as the days pass,
the new flower has made plans to leave
the next time it gets a chance &
that lone stroller who initially found such beauty
will never get to delve deeper into the complexities
which come with fostering discovery
instead of placing on the shelf someone
whose aesthetic beauty only captivated the onlooker for just so long &
when they are gone,
the lone stroller finds themselves knocking up side their own head
because the discoveries that could have been had,
the overwhelming interesting things that comprised the flower so quickly shelved,
now can never be known.
Copyright © Andrew Delapruch | Year Posted 2012
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