The Plain Bloom

The Plain Bloom by Jack A.S. Dunce With tools already shaken clean, And tucked in by the waist, Convinced there's nothing more to see, I turned my back in haste. Out of nowhere, from the far field, As soft as morning dew, With the last rays of the sunset, A vision came to view. Periphery to full focus, From blurry to defined, The bud once seen as rather plain, Tied the eyes in a bind. It slammed into the consciousness, Pulled into a black hole, The moment senses came to, Her bloom has caught the soul. --🌼-- ©️pgmr 07/10/2026 *Inspired by a Peach