She crushes the flower
Between her thumb and fingers
Little drops of sap
Fall onto the floor
There is a sweet smell
And a bleed
She smiles
It is like a game
Pretend
Brewing perfumes
Making colours
To draw pictures
Leaving patterns
Creating paths
Breadcrumbs
Except we would never go into the house
We survive by moving
Working our way through the puzzles
The flower is drying up
She washes it away
A rainbow falling through the sink
It will be a while before
We pick another one
Too many days spent indoors
I think
We could use a bigger adventure
Something new to see
And feel
For now the flower is enough
Tomorrow we will see
What the sun brings.
