Saturday, May 28, 2011

With Words by Anne Selden [Annab]

With Words

I am the infiltrater,
taking the buds of blossoms
and flinging them
to bloom in foreign lands

Another mind might
repaint some petals,
rearrange the pattern
in which they fall.

But still, each flower blooms
vibrant-
her fragrance available
to all.



May 1990 Treasured Poems of America- Anthology, Sparrowgrass

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