Flowers and T.V.

At night I opened the door to  tiny flowers
Dropping  from a fragrant piece of the sky
Amid my  television trials and tribulations.

They were my birds, chicks their fragrance.
In the morning they would granulate my air.
They were moons broken from a housetop.
With the sun up they are gone with the wind.

It is  eye-care time and open the window
Says a computer near a window of flowers.
The fallen flowers lie scattered on the floor.
An arching creeper is waiting for the night
For a repeat act  in my tonight's T.V. woes.


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