(He said) The King of the Jews
- MrsMollyWilcox
- Sep 9, 2021
- 1 min read

Behold, here is your king,
who will claim him,
when it’s not what
we thought we needed.
Outside my window blooms
whisper when rustled
by the breeze. Clipped stems
fill a vase and running water
begs them to breathe.
Across the threshold
I brought them, from wild
to a kitchen table, controlled,
in my care they spent
three days.
Petals litter the table like
confetti celebrating their
own untimely death, I brought
this on myself, and wonder,
where is the beauty
to behold?
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