By Ben Nardolilli
It is important to let the girl pick the flowers,
after all, she is by herself, who would be tempted
to follow her
as an example and seize all the petals and leaves
for a little bit of color temporarily soaking in a
bedroom vase.
It is important to let the girl pick the
flowers,
there is no wilderness here to ruin, if nature was
actually working,
the trees would be everywhere and this sunlit glen
filled with flowers would be foreclosed and
abolished by the shade.
It is important to let the girl pick the flowers,
without her hands, these fields would start to fade together,
the champagne bulbs dissolve into a foggy
mass,
but picking brings out a distinction for the flowers
as living or dead.
It is important to let the girl pick her
flowers,
after all she is by herself, except for me, and my
hands are busy
writing poetry, not harvesting the things spouting
and blooming without my prompting over the face of
the earth.
About the Author:
Ben Nardolilli is a
theoretical MFA candidate at Long Island University. His work has appeared in
Perigee Magazine, Door Is a Jar, The Delmarva Review, Red Fez, The Oklahoma
Review, Quail Bell Magazine, and Slab. Follow his publishing journey at
mirrorsponge.blogspot.com.
