a poem
Tending the garden
the flowers
beauty surrounds
and falls
the petals not enough
to secure my lust
but to clip the flower
the stem from which I take
and wish to place
inside
and steal it to my pocket
to keep the beauty for me
and none else
but why do we steal
such as I play with my fingers
to absorb the scent as such
Photo and words copyright © 2025 by Jeremy C Kester – all rights reserved.
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Jeremy C Kester 
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