Flora

Prompt: The Final Act

Flora

I told her I

wanted to be a

flower, the kind

which push up through the

heavy soil every

                 single spring

naturally, she let her

eyes flicker left 

                   right

                   forward

and directly at me in a

moment of icy confusion

and a permanently frozen

glance of incredulity

flowers are my

favorite for their vitality

and in their dabbling in escapes            

        in their choice to hide

my world is like

winter I told her

I want to hide under

the ground until spring and

thunderstorms and bumblebee wings

brush a deep brown blanket away

and wake me

she said

it’s sunny outside

it’s warm out

you’re confused

I can’t remember who

claimed to find ignorance

in the other

does it matter?

the flowers still had the

choice to escape winter

in a final brave act of resignation

to nature

and I’m still in the play with

no soil to climb into

and slumber under

I told her I wanted

to be a flower

and I needed it to be

spring so

I walked away