imaginary flowers

it takes

time.

but life will show you where
and who

the thorns are.
you'll

see as you walk through
your life.

down the primrose lane.

you'll feel the bites of beauty,
the sting
of hope,

the pain
of wanting what isn't real,

the imaginary flowers of the world.
you'll hold
them

in bunches, put them in
vases.
you'll think,

godammit, things are good.
I've conquered
this life.

I've got it made in the shade.
finally it's

all going to be all right.