the first thing i see is her scooter:
bright yellow,
with a wire metal basket on the front
that drowns my eyes with blinding light.
she sits on a curb beside it,
a sketchbook propped open in her lap,
a yellow pen between her fingers.
"what's your obsession with yellow?" i ask as i sit down beside her.
she glances at me, ever-present grin intact.
"it makes me happy."
and it was that simple for her.
YOU ARE READING
supermarket flowers. ☼
Poetry{ in which a boy works in the floral department of a supermarket and falls for a girl who loves flowers } 3/31/17 - #66 in poetry co-author : @little_broken_bird
