Flowers

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 was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel.
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