May 3, 2020

The Flower Field - (By Tom Balistreri)

I beheld a field of flowers,
growing wild in the spring.
They spread in sunlit hours.
Lifting their scent as if to sing.

I passed again on the morrow.
The flower field was gone.
In it's place was a cut
and manicured green lawn.

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