Tulips inside buckets on street markets
Crying for a little attention, of passers-by

Little canals streaming past granite brides
And lovers of all nature, eclipsing

Little body parts – touch enumerated like
A parade of butterflies settled on receptor termini

The testimony of human emotion in a little girl’s diary
The ineffaceable marks of a bittersweet history

When hope buds were clipped
Before they fully bloomed, like pubescent love.

And here sunflowers are marks of genius
And starry nights are fairy lights dappled on the darkest sky.

And a museum sits by itself in a little corner of town
Charging a small price for insanity.


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