Wild Flowers
I keep on picking purple love flowers
to hunt for prey with butterfly powers.
A hand can clap the bug silver on skin,
a narcissist puts souls in death tailspin.
The moth eats cashmere iridescent chips.
To work three jobs that pay in little drips.
So bad suffering survives those stricken.
The coyotes kill sweet natured chickens.
Drug dealers buy a burrito silence.
a free lunch in exchange for alliance.
Stealers seem to sneak away with murder.
Smiling, pack my wings in ziplock harbor.
But still
I will
keep on picking purple wild flowers.
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November 6, 2017
Caroline Gerardo
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