Hangdog Flower – B Gourley (the !n(tro)verted yogi)

A flower by a creek,swaying like a metronome.Its bright and bulbous headsits atop a skinny stalk Oh, are you counting time?Or is time foreign for you? Your scent rides on the air.Your petals flame bright yellow.Your every aspectis a call for attention, and yet you bow your headlike a dog caught in the act. onlineContinue reading “Hangdog Flower – B Gourley (the !n(tro)verted yogi)”