Mason Jar Flowers

morning
barefoot
linoleum
screeching
reaching
for a bowl
toking
'til crispy
crash
landing
in a rocking chair
to ponder on
...flowers
why not
I dare
who cares
I'm off the grid
cast anew
pots and pans
bullet proof
iron age
mugs and jugs
a leaky roof
cleans the rugs
broken latch
been like that
it'sokay
ai'no thugs

begonias!

I'll whack her a batch
for lunch