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White Bowl Filled with Water

I slice the baffling purple
pawpaw flowers
from a dry branch
into a white bowl
filled with water.
The petals peel apart
after ten days
on the dining room table
and stain the bowl
a faint blue.  My daughter
calls it a bowl of sky.
We never wash it
and we can’t explain
to her why
the pawpaw fruit
is green.  The dark,
greasy seeds
disturb her, and when
she is older she
will hardly
ask me anything.