it was done raining
by the time we were done.
you, looking at antiques
and myself, trying not to appear
too interested
or forward.
maybe i should have said so
in the train tunnel.
but there was
amelioration
to the unease.
excitedly,
we ventured to the glass blowing
store, and apart from
the beautiful artisanal works
sat a christmas cactus
in full Bloom.
having never seen it, myself
was wholly enraptured.
what divine prescience that i
should receive this gift
on this day
in all places.
soft pinks and whites
held aloft by the clamoring streets
of succulence.
maybe i should have said so
in the train tunnel.
Jan 16, 2020
Jan 16, 2020 at 1:08 AM UTC
it was done raining
by the time we were done.
you, looking at antiques
and myself, trying not to appear
too interested
or forward.
maybe i should have said so
in the train tunnel.
but there was
amelioration
to the unease.
excitedly,
we ventured to the glass blowing
store, and apart from
the beautiful artisanal works
sat a christmas cactus
in full Bloom.
having never seen it, myself
was wholly enraptured.
what divine prescience that i
should receive this gift
on this day
in all places.
soft pinks and whites
held aloft by the clamoring streets
of succulence.
maybe i should have said so
in the train tunnel.
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