Standstill is only a construct

Flux is the measure of time; the measure of one's life.
The measure of a favorite dish made with sweet carrots & onion
and the reason why the same poem tastes differently with each reading.

A few choice words in favor of the petite

Vegetables & poems unite.  Usually considered masculine, how extraordinarily feminine this carrot.  And the words?  As yet, undecided.  

Desiccated

All about perspective, isn't it?
Here's how I see desiccated roses --

and roses see themselves, seeing me:

I think the same may be said of spent carrots.  How about a poem?  How does the poem I wrote this morning, "Abandoned" see itself, seeing me?  Carrots most likely, forthcoming.