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Eleventh Petal
Backyard haven
The grass smells like an ending summer
Ive picked this flower
with eleven curvy petals
Its stem still wet from the
rain this morning
Will it reveal itself before me?
I feel like a child, holding it close to my heart
petal after petal
she loves me
she loves me not
you know how to make a poem of a simple moment....that is what a poet does.
I just taught my little grand daughter to do he loves me he loves me not with daiseys. The other day I was playing catch with the older one and looked over to find my small urchin one by one picking the petals, whispering to herself as she tossed each one on the ground.