Life In A Suitcase (White Oleander) Poem by Daniel Y.
Life In A Suitcase (White Oleander)
The bottom half a hidden life.
You have to walk up to peer inside.
In closer profile, the details are apparent
and raw.
But beautiful all the same.
The life unproud is buried deep.
But new life blossoms above
and rises.
The reddish orange of
seeing the sun through
closed eyelids.
The consuming warmth of love.
It burns the already dead to ash.
and grows a phoenix garden.
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