Tulip Smile
When is the totality,
for the city shake
of shoulders—
meant to pick a
tulip from its smile?
The moment she's pulled
from her planet
reveries— she writhes
and slowly droops,
her face, a blacking out
kind of hue.
For once on Terra firma,
she let the heaven in—
its color confidences;
and how our mind on dry
land would spin.
And by her cells wherever
they time; know her
comatose petals will all fall—
but she's someone else...
in shredded flight.
Copyright © Paige Hind | Year Posted 2023
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