.
on a different planet
looking at flowers
a simple joy
wild flowers trimmed
with a tinge of blood
quivering on a sea cliff
or bright and surreal
in a small glass vase
daisies and dandelions
bespattering
a carpet of green
snapdragons
grimacing
by a hot brick wall
cut flowers
in a florist's window
dark roses
sucking in light
all but a particular
ruby red
pastel arrangements
of crepe paper wax
and lace delicate sprays
of mottled translucent
sculpted flesh
stuck
with pollen-headed
hatpins
sometimes
when the light is right
the colours of flowers seem to
bleed off
into non-visible
spectra
suddenly
a sensation
of almost seeing
into other dimensions
arrays
seeing that nameless
tone
the irridescent
hummingbird sees
as it guides its long polished beak into
a fluorescent funnel
in another universe
the flame of your hair
dancing above
your green dress
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