Tagged: queen anne’s lace

with one foot on the

with one foot on the
side of the road and one foot
in a fire ant mound,

i picked for you a bouquet of
queen anne’s lace for stories to come

** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: stories

we pick up where we

we pick up where we
left off, alongside hidden
trails, straight roads, and
winding highways.
and like that common
summer wildflower,
at any given
moment, we are
simultaneous –
at myriad stages
of blossoming –
budding, opened
flat, parachuting,
or closed, with a
fist-like vitality