They said that it would rain today
but for some reason when it didn’t
I was strangely disappointed.
Nevertheless, my jealousy pursued
like a jewel in the nightlight.
Revelling, repulsive, catastrophic.
The earth opened up and all the flowers fell inside.
They mixed with all the tar and soot and rust and then
made us sigh in awe.
In awe of how quickly a tough decision can be made
on our fates.
Suddenly, abruptly, snapping shut, an elastic
band on the door of the future.
Part of a collaborative project at a local writing retreat I attend. Its not all mine. Can you guess which parts are?