Someone plugs in the flowers.
Thoughts spring to life.
The cable goes out.
Sensory overload.
Dog sniffs dead phone.
Surgeons rapel down walls.
“Before the flowers of love faded,
love faded.â€
But the lovers were stuck
together in hell. Forever
to kiss, drift, inspire
poems. Eternally looking back
from up there on the ridge.
[James Galvin / Anselm Hollo]
