i.
a trail of ivy
tipped at the edge with veins of white
a small passed-by
thing of beauty
she tucks it into her pocket
and it hangs there for about a day
or two
before it wilts and she presses it into the pages of a book
it's an old book, 'Rings of Silver Sky'
a child's tale, really
full to bursting with petals and stems
ii.
she is talented...
but
she is kind, also...
those traits don't go hand in hand
they're unbalanced
always on the brink of
tipping over
but she smiles anyway
smiles smiles smiles
the sunbright flower of the
special operations squad
iii.
she dies
splintered against a tree
.
[flowers will bloom there soon enough]