white iris threesome

white iris
while i was away, the white iris started to flower. there are about 10 of them in bloom, each with multiple petals. such abundance and freshness. there are some other iris, too, blue ones, and lilac/white ones. but it's the white ones that feel like natural art, like Christo meets flower, with the way they grow their petals in wrapped layers, and then, one day, unfold and turn the garden into a spectacle for a short while.

threesome
parallel to the ending of the island time, there is a second ending: the 52/250 year of flash has the last issue up: #52 - "Threesome". it inlcudes 52 texts. one of them is mine, a poem that i wrote in Mallorca: Leading to.

it's a short one, 6 lines, with each line written in another place and mood. i was surprised by the way they clicked together. reading it now again, it indeed feels like coming from another place.

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Leading to
A circle. A destination. This day.
The everlasting question: how far is it still?

My expectations. Your silence.
The stones that count down the miles, in red paint.

Another photo of the horizon.
The fact that we are always t(here).


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(t)here
me, today, i am still in a state of transit, and not all here yet. it's good that it's the weekend, with some extra time to return.