Half

half

We were Instagramming flowers
in Americayama Park
celebrating Spring
which
when it arrives in Japan
explodes
gently
in every direction,
a benevolent hostage-taking
of senses.

So we were Instagramming flowers
like retired people
with nothing but fancy cameras
and red plastic buckets of time
and I watched DP study a flower
growing against a steel girder.

His photo emerged
pink and grey and gentle
in my Instagram feed.
He had photographed
just half
the flower.

It was,
I thought,
lovelier
than the whole.

Through its halfness
the flower came into focus.

I photographed a half
of my own.
 

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