The Last Petal
Walking barefooted
along the shoreline,
in one purple sunset;
The tepid seawater
like summer kisses
on my weary feet.
I sighed...
As I took the scarlet hyacinth
attached to my rosy ears
and began to pluck each petal
One by one...
He loves me,
He loves me not;
He loves me...
The last one...
I couldn't pluck,
So closed my eyes
like a clamshell in distress;
When I opened my eyes
the last petal
vanished in my hand.
3RD PLACE
BRIAN'S SELECT J, any form, any theme
Contest Judged: 6/16/2020 7:32:00 AM
4th PLACE
N-A re-run 7
Contest Judged: 6/15/2020 9:24:00 AM
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