I bought a
seasonable flower
and it turned
into a face.Blooming human ambiguity,
it commandeered my space.
This now
happens
all the time
to me.In fact it may turn out
to be the only constancy
I know in my experience
of un-exonerated
being.I mean, I start like
anybody else in seeing
petals,
leaves
and stem –but just as soon
as I have breathed ahem
it’s grown a
brow and nose
and ears and
chin and eyes.Frankly it’s no longer
a surprise.
.
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