blooming_hearts tender_square she pulled a beaker-like vessel from her cupboard. it was the only clear container she had to for us to witness the unfolding from all angles and not solely from above. she opened the canister sent from a friend one state away. we inspected the miniature zip-sealed bags: lychee, strawberry, jasmine, pomegranate, rose, and peach with pictures of overwhelming petals. each bundle was a palm sized sphagnum moss basket holding blooms. she chose peach and dropped the braided grass ball into the open glass, poured the whistling water to brim. slow seconds brought the unburdening, a suspended aerialist in emerald ribbons. we sipped the bitter blooms to sediment, refilled our cups. 230116 what's it to you? who go blather from