Tomorrow they're gone
By Makenna W
Published 15 September 2022
Dotted in splotches, scattered like pink-shaded sprinkles
A hybrid of shell-pink and lincoln-green bushels dispersed over Western Australia
Lime tipped pins in a pincushion, forever frozen
Tomorrow
Miniature fire litters, burning away the time
The petite blossom watched, watching, watching the sprinkles grow sparse, then to nothing
Demoralized, forgotten, as though petty
Gone forever, tomorrow