Prompt for day 23 of the poem-a-day challenge was “Last _____.”
I wracked my brain for two days and only now finally came up with something.
A frightening moment indeed.
He loves me,
he loves me not,
he loves me…
If I pluck this last petal
does that mean …?
does the head of the flower count?
Or, hey, the little tiny petals
in between the big ones?
Those count, right?
Maybe I should just start over.