i found you :
you fit wholesome in the bowl of my palm
across my creased life lines
i curled my fingers providing loose shelter
vibrant and lush you felt anew
almost weightless you rocked in my cupped hand
i peeked at you making sure you didn't fall through
finger gaps .
you were precious in that moment
i set you down on my dashboard .
i left you .
i forgot you .
you withered and dried
now you are just a flowerhead on my dashboard
you are frail , too pale to be beautiful
dead and dull to me .
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