image borrowed from bing
decorate our lives
like ever-blooming flowers;
some bursting with sunlight,
others poking their oil-soaked petals
out of bayous;
some so holy they are only uttered
by anointed practitioners,
others smeared in blood
on middle eastern walls;
some that stimulate eros,
others that damn us to perdition--
but they all serve us well.
Posted over on G-Man's Friday Flash 55
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