Observing the precarious <br />existence <br />of household plants <br /> <br />swiftly followed by <br />the sideways glance <br />at buttered scones – <br /> <br />aroused by appetites <br />of taste and touch and sight – <br /> <br />she reaches out to clutch <br />the flower, trembling <br />with anticipation of the feel <br /> <br />or knowledge of restraining hands. <br /> <br />Seeking adulation <br />with every tentative step – <br />the pleasure of each stretch <br /> <br />a fleeting reminiscence <br />of the unencumbered state <br />of birthday grace.<br /><br />Malcolm Evison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rebecca-jayne/
