A Bold Letter to the Lost Flowers


Oh darlings, I miss you.

I lurk and stare at you

from behind screens of glass.



A mouse once lived

in an art museum,

filled with paintings of talking flowers.



In my chair, safe at home,

I muse on your dealings in the world

and your lives without me.



Every day, the mouse used to

talk to the beautiful flowers

and wish it could become,

one of them.



You lead such interesting lives,

I’ve heard you discuss me.

If you miss me, why don’t you call me?



But alas it could not,

and the mouse was transferred

to another museum.


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