A Flower for April in June
As I was
slipping down
those stony roads,
this red April
flower
caught my eye.
It stood apart
like a general
among the army
flowers.
I looked again and thought,
Red was not accurate.
It was more
crimson.
Like blossom blood.
A speck drowned
in green.
Bathed in
golden noon,
this red April
flower was
dancing in
June.
poem by Angelica Dela Cruz
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