This Poem is About Flowers

By | 13 May 2024

The planes came again. But instead of bombs,
they dropped flowers.

Lilacs, lilies, chrysanthemums, orchids, sunflowers.
Others that folks couldn’t name.

Purple petals covered the land and rubble. Covered
the broken houses. Covered the graves.

The children came out of hiding to see it. To hold
their hands up, receiving, smiling, dancing under
the blossom rain.

And when everyone had gathered together in the
open to wonder—

—the planes returned and dropped their bombs.

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