Vases full of freshly-cut flowers

sit on the sills of windows

opened to the world

and with all the beauty

of the presentation

death hides in plain sight.

We don’t see that life is gone

until all that’s left

are dead flowers

and murky water,

which we quickly discard.

Soon enough,

we are rinsing the vase

and getting ready

to fill it again.

About soitgoes1984

I live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean in the Hawaiian Kingdom which is currently illegally occupied by the American government and military. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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