Ephemeral Petals

He passes the church yard
confetti clings to the wheels
of his trolley. Head

down, he wheels onward
driving through debris: petals,
fallen stars, hearts, grains

of rice. Fleeting tokens,
nothing more! Nothing lasts but
chunky rubbber wheels.


About barabrith

lover of home-baked words, country and coastal locations, fragrances, camping, crafting, and knowledge for the sheer joy of it
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2 Responses to Ephemeral Petals

  1. Oloriel says:

    This was truly breathtaking, thank you for giving me a chance to read it!

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