I Will Not



I will not
repeat what
flowers tell me

as I walk by
at sunrise

their opening
to daylight

exhaling joy
it will stay
as gentle breeze

in shells shapes

to the sides of
my curious head





This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02 


About anna mosca

Artist, poet, photographer, reader, lover, walker, traveler. Feeling in wilderness. Been writing lots of poetry, taking less pictures, teaching a whole lot, traveling less than usual, loving more than allowed, riding public city bikes and not planes, puzzled over paintings. Beside all those forms I am.

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