Each petal spends its surrendered brightness up out of water. The colors spread before your face. Blue radiates, a curving crown, a faithful ring circling the bouquet’s softer shades. Pink uncurls like a little girl, opening her eyes to accept the light. The yellow sings through the shine, for she is spun with authentic colors of sun. Each flower wreathed in worthy desire: to unfurl your smile, to swirl your cheek, to unfold each of your fingers, blooms that tingle and flash, spreading wide in epiphany.
Poet's bio: Matthew Miller teaches social studies, swings tennis rackets, and writes poetry - all hoping to create home. He and his wife live beside a dilapidating orchard in Indiana, where he tries to shape dead trees into playhouses for his four boys. His poetry has been featured in River Mouth Review, Whale Road Review, Club Plum Journal and Ekstasis Magazine.