I saw the chicory on the side of the road, growing out of a forgotten/ broken/ rusted corner of Detroit, and I gasped like: I didn’t think they’d come back.
But they did.
Why was I surprised?
The faded blue earned through long days of streaming sunlight. Hello, hello.
I showed him: look, the chicory came back, and I plucked one blossom to prove and he tried to tuck it in my ear, but the stem was too short, so I said, “Put it here,” as I pulled apart some of my braid.
This morning I felt the crumbled petals fall through my hair in the shower.
Maybe I will put flowers in my hair every day this summer.
beautiful. glad you are back
*gasp*
Thank you!
It felt good to try again. 🙂 <3