Flowers' Graves

  • Dila Toplusoy

Before I visited this grave, I did the right thing and bought some flowers, then brought those flowers with me to the grave and left them there. And now all those spirited sunflowers that I bought and brought and left are turning their heads to the light emanating from the blood- orange dot of the question mark on my mind, that follows these lines: What, exactly, makes buying and bringing and leaving flowers that embody joie de vivre, like the rainbows that some freshwater fish carry on their skin, or the moss-green nests of tiny wrens; on all those graves that watch with an unflinching gaze as our flowers gently die in their grey embrace; the right thing to do? Originally featured in t'ART Online: Winter Edition.