Arriving home
from work,
I noticed that
on the table
lay a bowl of wisteria,
purple irises, violets,
and a single crimson tulip.
I live alone.
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Sonny...Hmmm. those intruders have kind intentions it would seem. I love this one...it's short and sweet with a surprise ending. Hugs, Dee