Marigolds 


What if, you are not the potter 

and 

i am not your clay?

what if ,

we could just roll around in marigolds

and laugh

at how the sun bounces off each other’s eyelashes,

clap our hands over our own mouths

feel God’s breath rush through us 

like seashells outside a cottage where the  little glass beads chime

do you think the flowers will sing with us 

if

 

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