Missed Connections in Washington D.C.
Narcissus
Narcissus by ceasol
First bloom, out of the way,
nearly out of sight,
nearly missed.
Scent to die for.
Why did it take me back
to you,
all those years ago.
Missed Connections are filled with good, bad, and creatively metered poetry! Did you write one? Did you find one? Stop to smell the narcissus, and then email the link to Lovelorn Poets. We’ll preserve those nicely-scented syllables for all eternity.
