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