Seeking Flowers
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The lady dressed in sexy black. She roamed
the city streets seeking. Beautiful men she collected
like flowers. One dark eve, a lovely man dragged
her away. He had his way. He ran away.
Days passed and soon she knew there was a child.
Within grew a baby flower. Pale and weary. Confused,
she gave birth. Alone. She left the baby in an alley.
Crawled away. The days were long and guilt her friend.
Searching each passing male face for the beautiful.
Weeping upon a bridge, pleading to God, she let go.
Floating down into nothingness with thoughts of fairies
and handsome princes and lions leaping. And Jesus
holding her baby in Heaven above. . .
A passerby kneels beside her broken body and in her last
breath, she whispers, are you the father
of my baby, my love and then death and peace
drapes over her.
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April 2, 2015
Poetry/Free Verse/Seeking Flowers
Copyright Protected, ID 04-659-172-02
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
For the Standard contest, Tam Lin,
sponsor, Debbie Guzzi, Judged 05/2015
Second Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2015
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