The fabric still perfect
In a hurried hurricane of footsteps
Through carpet-proofed hallways
And fluroscent-smelling lights
A crafted bouquet of intentions
Nervous or excited, hard to tell
Rushing through fountains
That turn and pause
To witness a bracelet getting lost
Among silky crevices of perfumed petals
Dwindling footsteps
Smiling Eyes
An unravelling watch hurdled
An assuring pen steadied
Paces soften
In Mangosteen framed stories
And then the dust settled, but
The breeze relished something new
That was not but still was new
Ranunculus and sapphire
And an ivory promise
In fabrics of conch and blue.
The tie... was still left loose...
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