I found today's prompt - to pick a random page of prose, single out some words and effectively 'erase' the rest' - to be very freeing. What a joy to know that on days when you're feeling stuck, poetry can be as easy as this: random words in a random order.
Because I'm in a very Springy flowery mood today, I went to the nearby 'The Language of Flowers' by Vanessa Diffenbaugh. I edited down my word choices to make sense and this is the result:
Small white flowers
with a yellow sun center,
inches from the petals.
It begins with simple questions.