A Flower Is Sold Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

Not because of the economy did i fail to notice your flower

or love from hate


because i was neglected in an inhospitable land near an orgy
i held the hand of the spirit in my pink gin

but you are special too

like a bunch of flowers, a bed of flowers

the forest, the snow, the sun

thawing gardens

reveals the heat, that gives energy to my finite state




i was able to force to accept the reality of the thorny path through weeds and rose bushes, and me

diarticulate

articulate

the hope

beeyond the foam

formed from the breeze from your soft kisses