She
was
one
extraordinary
geranium
blossoming red
among the dandelions
black and white
Exiting the post office
you might
miss her
if
your wilted gaze
would not land on
parcels envelopes
boxes or
lazy ways
if
you
only
saw her
you would
be
a hundred fields of
Crimson
pollinating
bees
and you
would
hear
constant buzzing
of old movie titles
in living color
and taste the
almost
lost
smokey
desire.
she was only one
Blossoming
in plain sight
Crimson
among the dandelions
and you almost missed her.
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