Alright I have no poetry this morning. But I do have pictures.
I’ve no clue what flower this is, but there’s a cascading mountain of them close to my home and with last night’s rain still clinging to the petals, the air was thick with their sweet perfume. In a ‘hard to breathe but can’t help sucking in all that sweetness’ kind of way.

It was a strange morning.

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May 2, 2018

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