Sta.sh
The children misheard you.
They broke open the jar
looking for petals
and found only flours.
The dust is everywhere,
settling everywhere,
on the refrigerator and the stove,
on the startled mother cat
yowling her pawprints
through the snowy floor,
on her sharp-eared kittens
prancing in the clouds.
The three-year old is screaming.
He has cut his finger on the glass,
there are red streaks in the snow,
and his white-faced brother
stares up at you with a look
commonly reserved for
the confused and the betrayed.
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~PoetryToTheMasses
Wow, the snow is not snow, its FLOUR
and he's betrayed because he was told that in the face would be flowers?
so cute.
an innocent mistake :]
Sometimes things deserve a second look before you appreciate them fully. I'm finding that to be more and more true these days.