Riverbank
Flower (Or understanding life by a bank)
By:
Rodolfo Perez
What say
you, sweet riverbank flower?
Should you
be left to die where you were first planted by the wind?
Or would
you rather be preserved in a book to be remembered as a page number?
Tell me,
sweet riverbank flower, what stories do you carry with you?
Do you
enjoy being alone, surrounded by beauty?
I too am
like you, riverbank flower.
I too am
burdened by placement of where I was planted,
Only to be
silenced by the water as it makes its way down to join the lake.
I suppose
the river may flood one unfortunate day, don’t you think so sweet riverbank
flower?
And you
too will join the lake,
With the
rest of the now unsweetened riverbank flowers.
P.E.N.T.C.I.
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