Ambition. Jealousy. The numbing flow
of adrenaline pumped along the blood.
The fear that loneliness is punishment
and that corrosive draining feeling down
the chest the natural and just result
of failures...What delicious leisure not
to feel it. What a sweet reprieve to linger
here with these ovals of purple and flamingo
plumed from the tree or splayed on the pavement.
If only for these seconds before returning
back to the open air those flowers keep
pushing out of themselves to die inside.