I rush each day
to be the one
opening the curtains,
meeting the camellia flush
unfolding across the sky.

I stand
for what seems like hours,
capturing the same joy
I witnessed on your face
as you met the eyes
of your beloved.



It’s Quadrille Monday  at dVerse and Mish has asked us to use the word “flush” in a poem of exactly 44 words (not including the title).