I send you these flowers,
their petals deconstructed
and redesigned as pixels
on a screen and the light
from your windows shocks
them back into life. I
imagine you being able to
touch them; feel the smooth
skin of the real blooms back
here. Can you pick up a hint
of the sweet scent, see the
stalk bend almost imperceptibly
by a weak breeze sent from a
warm summer? I imagine you
walking in the garden now,
searching out patches of shadow
and seeking other flowers with
warm leaves, bright petals.
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