she wears red: a haiku (and a prose)

20160229_090004 copyMelancholy foiled

red bloomers on green tree’s hair

beaming ear to ear

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Green park is so hilariously welcoming. While I mope through my poetic post-travel blue, I look up and see such incongruous red blooms on top of the green. They are real red flowers, large and unsophisticated, like someone from a remote countryside who cannot be bothered how they look but are made to dress up just for the sake of meeting some city folks’ ridiculous requirement for a wedding party. The flowers are really quite large. Some have fallen to the ground. In real life they actually look quite stunningly red and attractive in a primitive way because of the clear blue sky as a perfect uncluttered unassuming backdrop.

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