Bouquet 7

saturn's rings
are little things,

torn apart 
by too much 
gravity perhaps.

no levity would
help, i fear.

sometimes 
it is like 
that here.


love and laughter 
sometimes coincide.

and when they do, 
magic may happen.


stuff like love 
and floral bouquets
can be storied,

stories unto
themselves.

we dare not ask;
we do not really
want to know.


saturn's rings
are little things,

torn apart 
by too much 
gravity perhaps.