June Second
This morning we walked outside,
And the street was covered in freshly fallen jacaranda petals;
A blanket of floppy purple snow.
I complained.
"We wait all year for these flowers
and they're gone in a week"
"Hmm," she said
crushing wilted purple blossoms with her shoes.
"Hmm what?"
"I haven't been waiting for anything".
But she has.
I know it.
-Misha Collins
Los Angeles, California
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