learning to use a trowel

If words are flowers

would you not want

a fragrant, colorful garden?

A friend carries gardenia in his pocket

instead of cologne, more natural,he says,

fresh and lasts longer.

Some words are heavy

emotions can be wieldy

hard to carry

dawn brings a prism of colors

like a smile that frames one’s day

even flaws become acceptable.

slowly you will learn the grammar

a coherence of your genius and vulnerability

you will not be afraid to dance.

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