flowers

03/20/2010

windowsill children
crying out for me
bright colors
mating signals
for bees and humming birds
silent in the West Village
like trees falling in vacant forests

I water the helpless ones
let them sit and flaunt
tomorrow will be the same
and our tango will continue
all I am to give is water
pure photosynthetic innocence

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4 Responses to “flowers”

  1. slpmartin said

    Oh…I really like the “windowsill children” such a wonderful way to describe the flowers…thanks for that!

    • Vic said

      Thanks, Martin. I have to worry about watering them on weekends away, so it is almost like having pets/children.

  2. Aw, cute. They sound like little Manhattan orphans coming to call at your doorstep with outstretched petals.

  3. Bryan Borland said

    God. I’m a serial child killer according to this metaphor!

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