poems
by
seth derek aronson
:
i looked down
but
it was
too late
my left foot crushed a
tiny purple flower
lying on the sidewalk
i was struck by the notion
how fleeting beauty can be
how fragile
i remembered
how crushed Audrey had been
when doctors took the breasts
she deemed
such a cornerstone
of her beauty
but
she was wrong
she was even
more beautiful
afterwards
she was even
more beautiful
without them
they were merely
a distraction
from the true core
of her gorgeousness
that part of her soul
which made my heart
beat faster
which made
everyone in the room
blissfully aware of her shining light
her blinding glow
if only she could know
like that tiny purple flower
on the sidewalk today
before it blew away
~
seth's