Moss Flowers (Fantasy)
Like the summer-shaved head of a small boy, moss calls me to scrub my hand over its surprising stubble softness, to soothe my seriousness with its velvety tickle.
Today, I restrain myself. The moss blooms! Its stringy, goofy flowers nod their burgundy heads to one another, wave, giggle and delight in the day.
I wonder whether Dr. Suess studied moss flowers, too.
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