DAY FOUR:
I somehow can't resist the splay of an open flower especially the big lilies. I just have to stick my nose in it. I also have to place my hand on the bark on a tree trunk once in a while and those statues in museums that are clearly marked "Do Not Touch" . . . well you just know I have to sneak in a quick, dare I say "feel". Cool stone. I love it.
And so, under the heading -
+ PLAY
I like to pick flowers
I like to pick them
and bury my nose in their
cups
and feel the crepe
soft tissue
of their skins
arouse a line
about my cheek -
like a a self-portrait
they draw
with an accent of pollen
insouciantly
dappled upon my nose
that I shall find later in wonder
and laugh to with the others who find me
salted so tasty
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