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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