Tiny Bouquet No. 72

Sträußchen Nr. 72

Well, the old year is gone, its miserable corpse falling to dust unmourned.
The new year rises amidst the foul stench of spent fireworks and alcohol, shakes off the confetti and ambles on wobbly legs into an uncertain future.

A tiny bouquet of yellow and blue flowers jutting out of a dry seedhead shaped like an umbrella. At the foot of the vase, wrapped in a page of an old calender, empty bottles glint in shades of yellow, blue and purple. — Tiny Bouquet No. 72: A firework of flowers hovers above a dry seedhead, but the party is over.