I've mentioned before that I've got a black thumb. Even when I buy gorgeous, pre-potted plants, I can't really keep them alive all summer. The pots on the deck are now a gothic mixture of beauty and death. Still some lovely blooms despite a high of 57 yesterday, but plenty of neglected, brown stems and dead flowers, too.
What does this image make you think of? A fancy dance at a nursing home? An experiment in science class? A Mother's Day bouquet you gave or got? Take whatever thought comes to you and write a quick 15 Words or Less poem. Share it in the comments, with your name as you'd like your byline to be after it, and I'll post it tomorrow. Check out the guidelines by clicking on the 15 Words or Less button in the sidebar. Have fun!
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