I. After the evening nap Pick up the heavy glass Mount Rushmore mug she bought you many years ago. Pour your favorite libation-- Cherry Coke... What is that floating in the soda??? Head smack realization: Several dead petals and leaves from your only dried flower arrangement.... Empty the glass, rinse, Start over. Drink fountain soda memories... II. Arriving home earlier after a visit with your youngest sister, I stop to examine my rose bush-- still tiny compared to yours--though planted the same day, First tiny rose petals appear. Grateful I did not kill it. As I open the door to enter my house, a gorgeous, plump cardinal alights on the fence by the rose bush, Looks me straight in the eye, Flies away as I whisper Hello, cardinal....
*Insta-Poem is a poem I write directly to my personal Facebook Profile.
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