Flow Blue Flower

 I’d like to be like a lovely 

flower on a flow blue china cup.

Defying borders, a life that would

spill out right past the bleeding edge

of a purple bruise. A flow blue flower

resists a dark outline. Its petals seep

through walls. Oozing from a pool of

mercy, they flood the empty space

with grace. A flow blue flower’s beauty

mystifies the confining shape of betrayal’s reprisal.