Pretty Flower

pretty flower - mushroom cloudIn 1983, I did an independent study focused on my creative writing. I sat behind the teacher as he taught one class, and did my own thing. That’s why I have so much stuff to post from that year. During that course, I seemed quite fixated on war. The Boy was one result. This is another.

An instant,
A beautiful long stem
Shoots up towards the sky.
The petals form fast.
Lost in a moment
They fall like a cloud
To the ground.
The stem follows after
As if tied by an invisible
string.
The beauty is enjoyed
For an instant
A beautiful,
     wonderful,
          radioactive
Instant.

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