just a painting of daffodil dying in a red vase against a red wall
how does one describe the redness
all the halted bloody hues of ochre
when all i see is that one daffodil dying
yearning for the host of the golden treasury
it calls for the laying on of hands
the pouring of one into another
an impromptu vase filled with my tears
out of focus
the redress of a fingertip
between here and there
that one daffodil
dying slowly
slowly i turn away
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