Mind the Gap

White-gloved, a flower head beckons and directs
me towards the     gap.
I look and I
don’t mind the
gap
don’t mind being directed, bossed
at, waved over, and persuaded by
the delicate, by the fragile, by a neck
condemned
by one sweep of a gentle breeze
to follow, to fall-flow, and to bleed

down

the

gap.

Copyright of text and photography owned by Jay Cool, June 2018

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