Tulip Puddle...
by the barefoot beaten path
on the other side of the garden
lies a natural tulip puddle
where the ground forgot to harden
like lost yellow ships in a bay
it gathers dripping pedals and rain
and the pollen from the flower
gives the water a honey color stain
as I reach for the last tulip to save it
from the tiny golden lagoon
the final pedal floats to the earth
like the falling morning moon
Copyright © Luke Steadman | Year Posted 2009
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