Foxglove Petal

A poem

Foxglove Petal Delicate as a curled silk scarf,
the foxglove petal
fallen from its mother cluster.
In its throat
pointilist drops of deep purple,
white pistils, miniature matchsticks
sprout from its center.
I peer through the fluted hole
and at the other end
see Blake's eternity.
Christine Graf

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