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| "Meadow Flowers--Red Campion Set," by Anna Wiscombe |
The Flower
by Robert Creeley
I think I grow tensions
like flowers
in a wood where
nobody goes.
Each wound is perfect,
encloses itself in a tiny
imperceptible blossom,
making pain.
Pain is a flower like that one,
like this one,
like that one,
like this one.
[Poem text via academia.edu]
[Image via Anna Wiscombe on Etsy]
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