Nestled in the crevices
of nicely laid stones
life lives, I was
stopped & arrested
detained, by these
sun bleached pinks.
These two flowering beauties
snuggle, no relation
other than being alive &
mated by gusts of wind.
Their blooming affections
intertwine,
perhaps only briefly
petals, leaves, stems
tangled green,
what belonged to whom
was of no concern.
Surely to be torn apart
by hurried hands, yet
their seeds lay together
deeply buried
untouched
never seen.
