Summer Poem: Spotted

Spotted

Spotted

Orange petal, spotted just so
reaching to morning sun. Flutter
of wind catches the eye; pollen
blows by, dropping questions
on your shoe.

You pause, pondering uncertainties,
beauty, the intersection, your
shoe. There are no answers, an
answer in everything. A bee
buzzes by.

Special flower, unique in the
ways you’ll never be, in all
the same ways you will always
be; same and different, fading
in the humidity.

Spotted

 

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