River of Orchids, winding our way Want to walk into London on my hands one day

Roadside Thistle

She leaned over the

roadside, and found

a flower

snipped it gently between

thumbnail and forefinger

raised herself and 

delicately placed it

between the fold of her ear

a curve 

an overlap

a furl

purple petals

pushing against the

edge of pale skin

with the

flower

secured, she sighed

the wind blowing her raven hair

back, away from the 

flower

its bloom     pushing

up for air 

amidst this sea of dark

just a roadside

thistle, purple petals

bloom even when 

there's no one to see

but she saw

the plain beauty of 

an ordinary unique

creation

purple speck

amongst so many other colors.

Title Quote: River of Orchids, XTC