Endurance Test
Flowers: minky, enduring winter
and who is the you behind them?
You see what you can through new glasses,
unwind tethers for a moment.
Is every garden inside
an adorned apex, or are some much plainer?
It all comes down to flowers, once again here.
A town is exposed for its proximity
to its inhabitants’ happiness,
as if reinventing fresh atoms
by removing a dime from the center
of the same, eternal conversation. What
have you been wounded by, and does it still smart?
It’s never quite winter without
a fear of a first apex.
Flowers may endure, but you press
together, like making new gardens.
Every growth is a culture; of
course your wound stings. By tomorrow there will
be a thought of an empty house, but not
how you would think. Minky flowers live, soon.