the flower from heaven
flower of triumph
beauty under the moon,
they say. because they is another world before the world we have and the world i feel i will never again see
wilted by dawn —
the backdoor perfumed with what might as well be jasmine
blossoms that should not be this frequent, nothing is ordinary.
teeth grit at these extraordinary times. for whom?
yet, it’s known we needed something to keep believing in