Saturday, December 08, 2012

solar flare of petals, said Princess Haiku

This flower was sitting in a white bucket in a grocery store in Berkeley, waiting to be tied into a bouquet. The moment my eyes saw it they could see no else. How many times does unexpected beauty seize the moment? When I look at flowers I often wonder about their journey. What pair of human hands tilled the earth, planted the bulb, guarded the small hours of this flower?

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