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Impatiens
Impatiens
Today, on the road into town,
touch me nots
hovered all around.
They glided even in the
absence of a breeze
up and down, to and fro.
They dotted the air like
snowflakes falling up from a
meadow before falling down
back toward the ground.
I pulled my truck over, got out,
and stood amidst them.
They fell around me fighting for
flight so light that a brush of my
hand sent them rushing on
through their plight.
Impatiens are
wonderful flowers
giving themselves up in
beautiful showers
more vibrant,
it seems,
in death
then in life.
Copyright ©
Brady Perkins
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