Feb 4, 2015
A Piece For Kendall
A freesia approaches me
miles from home
in a concerete hell
stained with the ghoulish fools
of shadows past
midnights and hangovers.
A freesia and nothing more than a seed
embark on a new season
of growth.
Days spent in sunshine and open lawns
crying over mahogany bound books
and lost sunlight.
But the freesia calls to the seed,
shows a path of untouched earth
where the seed understands
that is her home to grow from.
/One year later/
The freesia underwent a metamorphosis
and what shall we call her now?
Queen Anne's Lace.
She approaches the home where the seed once laid
and finds red tulips,
somehow growing in the hot
Florida sun.
A seed and a freesia,
Queen Anne's Lace and Red Tulips,
become one to make the Zinnia.