I Start Like Anybody Else

 

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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