A single red vased flower Jetted upright in the room From a surface sea-black table Pinned in the air by a slight breeze. The wilting sun at dusk closed The staunch tall bright flower And faded its reflection from The window, smiling horizon. At dawn the flower struggles For its shortened height and The sun, its bolder bright, just Easily holding in the sky. The flower bending, curves And arches, pillows gently From the air, and flattens on the Table top below the horizon sun. I said that!