• Hannah Flowers

you asked me to meet you in a dream

yes, i will, i replied swiftly

for a moment’s pleasure seems

far more important than honesty.

have you ever watched a mushroom grow?

some have spores which, at night, glow

they come alive and spread and know

in summer with their seeds to sew.

to kill your hero seems as bitter

i truly am an awful knitter

the tapestries we weave together

might have left alone been better.

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