Blooms Alone, Poem & Photo by Adam Dustus

Poem  & Photo by Adam Dustus

In the dogged final hours

Withering noon daylight

Parching coarse, unrelenting sun

Before a field of scorched rust grass
Considering done
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Unmoved through life

Old terminal bud blooms alone
Time ticks open solitude
Emerging under grayscale
It's true colors shown

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Pray tell, cannot help wondering
If everything revealed to thee
Smooth and sweet like history
What in fact would anyone see?
Beautiful flower or unwholesome weed?
Checking Saint Peter or nothing believed?
Myriad views, variance perceived
Boring hours awaiting eve...
Soon to grave and God with speed

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Searching right answers
No judgment agreed
Scientists, theology
Myths of yore, Astrology
Feelings across Geography
From lateral roots
Graphs, Botany
Taps buried beneath while
Clotting nodes keep insisting
Under arms with human reach

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Perspectives for life emerge
Clusters lie, inner surge
Asking why?
This heat profound
Anchored roots, cutaneous ground
Dumb luck my wishing never found
  No thorny set this cyan crown
Like when a friend died
And I came around
Thoughts of you
When the snow falls down

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*I wrote the above poem in a park near my home—
The photo was taken along the side of a walkway.
The final image was created in Photoshop.