The Walk Home Choosing

 The Walk Home Choosing 

The first tiny flower I pick— a single,

white violet I wish to inspect closely 

for the purple shadow in its center—

is followed by a small cluster of blue

forget-me-nots,  necessary for their 

heart-tugging name, and next, two 

single, white, strawberry blossoms for 

their promise of fruit by late June, then 

a fuzzy fat, heal-all with sturdy stem 

to firm up the bouquet’s middle, and last, 

a rare, all white spill of extra fine 

forget-me-nots—just as huge raindrops 

splatter the sidewalks and I’m home.

       

                                        —Sef, 5/16/2025