Hollow Stalk (and Promise) Man
Man, pocketing with others
empty breeze, 1930s,
promised the two kids
ten bucks for a milkweed, root
unbroken.
They dug the whole hot day, splintering, till, going wide, deep,
(unbroken) carried dirt-dripping triumph, delicately.
Alone, balking more
than the damn plant, he ditched them
with only a memory, though that grew
quite dear, over time.
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The above is my Flash 55 Fiction for the G-Man, Mr. Know-it-all, who is wonderfully BACK!
My pic is of milkweed which seems quite attractive to butterflies. It is undoctored – there’s the shadow of a third swallowtail in there–crazy.
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