Fight in a Field of Tulips
A Dialogue Between Head and Heart
By Claire B.Published 5 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by Peter van der Vaart on Unsplash
HEART
Every step is considered
sole placed flat on watered dirt
so pink worms can stay asleep
so canvas shoes go unstained.
HEAD
A pain to walk in any field
but bluer still in chiseled rows
flowers lined like will-less children
one color as in industry.
HEART
Living! So far from cloned object:
uneven spots of darker red, petals
stretching towards a brighter face
adjacent tulip vying for shade.
HEAD
Why red? Not white or blue?
I can't discern shades of blood.
Even the sun will turn on them
twice as mean and here to burn.
HEART
It will rain this month.
HEAD
It will rain.
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