she likes flowers
she says
she sees my color
so bright
that i have many
vivid hues
sparkling like light
on a rainbow
after a downpour
she likes roses
she says
she doesn’t like thorns
when the storms
of life are coming
and she cares
too much about them
but I ignore them
like they never happened
like storms don’t visit our house.
she becomes increasingly
vulnerable as flowers do too
i still ignore them
I awakened
with a start
they walked away
from our garden
i laid tears in bed all night
by Naka Nono
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