Pins & Petals

My childhood inside my palm
Is pins and petals mixed.
There is sweetness in the fragrance there
As long as I am fixed.
But should perchance I startle
Move too quickly, lose control
Those poignant points of memories
Impale that tender sole.
So I must strive for constant peace
Maintain internal calm
To not disturb those sharp small stems
And further harm my palm.

HS 8-14-2016

photo by HS 8-15-2016

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