country flowers

 crackles under the cracking sun, crooked and crisp

the flowers i brought to your door all those moons ago
on the steps under storms and stars, steam and winds
they refuse to leave the land of your love
abandoned as may be, withered, stale
but they stay, the stems, the shriveled leaves in spirals inwards
they wait still for the day
you come back home to yours

they wait still for the day

you come back home to yours

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