Poem116: Tastes Like Scarlett

Dead
I watch the flowers
pushing out their roots
searching through the soil
stretching. . . Ahhhh!
relax

Dead
the flowers growing
outside, in my mind
time to till the soil
dig deeper in my skull.

Alive
you pick a flower
Sniff. . . my mind you smell
now you know the flower
and my thoughts as well.