Real or Artificial

Real flowers –

Imperfect,

Evolving,

Unpredictable,

Surprising,

Life!

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Hoover’s Departure

I sit here, watching you lay lifeless in the corner.

Grey cords, dust and empty hoses border you.

My fingers itch, and my eyes sting.

I sneeze and then sneeze again.

I know you must be sleeping.

Dreaming happy little dreams, of work and our family.

You have to be.