at one point
ranks of flowers
lined the garden;
none of which
i could name
nor did i care
to learn
but at full bloom
staring into that kaleidoscope
those colours and the shapes;
there was catharsis
looking now
the garden is
a palette smeared
a spectrum of brown;
brownish yellow
greeny brown
brown on
slightly darker brown
the dog maintains eye contact
while defecating
on the flower beds;
and this is also
strangely cathartic
Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 11:37 AM UTC
at one point
ranks of flowers
lined the garden;
none of which
i could name
nor did i care
to learn
but at full bloom
staring into that kaleidoscope
those colours and the shapes;
there was catharsis
looking now
the garden is
a palette smeared
a spectrum of brown;
brownish yellow
greeny brown
brown on
slightly darker brown
the dog maintains eye contact
while defecating
on the flower beds;
and this is also
strangely cathartic
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