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Somewhat?
 
Clinging like a vertical steeplejack
I see one small common daisy
(Buried in a pavement crack)
Petals tinged pink, blushing inanely-
Red, as if for the very, first time
They’d been, lovingly kissed.
Reminded me of a girl's fiery lips
The colour of rosé wine.
Reminded me of my younger days
Full to overbrimming with passion.
How in my melancholic malaise
I’d eke out a living of a fashion.
Sure many things were in ration!
But-that-in-its-self was an attraction
Like learning to unfasten a bra strap
Thinking, she loves me, she loves me not
With a deeply hidden, lump in my throat.
I-really-wanted to tie that knot
Take that maiden voyage, sail that boat
Soon it will be spring, and still ill-shod
I’ll be gazing at a wilting forget-me-not
“See how my mind wanders somewhat?”


There on the sidewalk... Challenge

By Mark Heathcote

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