Vintage Blossom (Day 27 Of NaPoWriMo)

I am your

Vintage blossom

Tucked into the corner of

Maps

Folded, creased

Opened then closed

Used and reused

Always returned to.

I am your

Vintage blossom

The record player

Of all the blues

Listened to

And all the rhythms

Danced around

Living room rug

Beneath foyer chandelier.

I am your

Vintage blossom

The rocking horse

Beside the window

That catches the morning sun

And stirs, tipping forward then back

At the memory of being rode.

I am your

Vintage blossom

The type that lasts

For a lovely eternity

Like a rose

Your favorite

Red, pink, white

The kind you’d like me

To be.

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