Sturt Desert Pea, roadside, Pilbara mining region, Western Australia
It’s Sunday morning, five am
he’s alone in bed
remembering her feet
tangled in sheets
soft, supple,
nails painted shiny, Sturt Pea red
a dawn bird
11 thoughts on “The morning after …”
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A Shared Space 
WOW, what a photo–and great poem too!!
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Thanks! They are incredible looking flowers and I’m always thrilled to find them when I’m in the North of the state.
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I’ve never seen anything like it–so vibrant!
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Cool blossom!
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It really is, Eliza. I found this at the Perth Zoo. It is a large shrub covered in these flowers. I must return and ask them the name. I’d love one in my garden.
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I just realised my comment below was meant for another post!
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I figured as much. 🙂
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Befuddled! lol
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🙂 (Not like I’ve never done the same myself!)
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haha I can handle stress but not the unknown!
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Nice mixed meaning, lovely.
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