… some of the best micropoetry from Twitter, kept alive in jars…

the flowers
I was too sad
to water last year
bloom this spring anyway;
I pick one
and wear it in my hair


what to hold on to
what to let go—
on my windowsill,
wilted sunflowers
in a chipped, yellow vase


my Cajun voice
fierce as Père’s gumbo
through this poem
about whispering



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