Poem

[thebates]

The exhalations
hang thick in the air
when you smoke
outside
in the rain.

The wet splash
taps the flower
down
down
down
where the bee dropped by
yesterday.

We experience their
beauty alone
gazing smelling touching
but they are never
alone.

They
are never alone.

JB

Comments

[takenfromhell]

i liked it. good job.

[smash104]

=)