The Flower Shop Down the Street
Filling up
all the vases
in my changing spaces
like I have a secret
admirer, but,
it’s me.
I’m addicted to
The Flower Shop Down the Street
and the cobblestone
that rattles from head to toe;
more suited for mules
than horsepower.
I rode through a jungle
and I watched the animals
munch and mush
the ground
as we sat atop the jungle mountain
breeze and fresh water flowing.
I swam in the ocean
and I saw the fish,
and the fish saw me
and they have flowers
in all their vases, I swear–
I saw them!
They just
have different vases
under there;
Because,
they’re addicted to their local
flower shop,
too.