I HAVE ALWAYS LOVED YOUR FLOWERS


    Why do we bother slipping open


    the doors and breezing through


    the windows—why proudly display


    beauty that dies? Forget the flowers—


    they only crumble and fade


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    like curling paper in the bed of


    flames. Why gift those you love


    with something so weak, temporary?


    But it wasn’t ever about the flowers,


    was it.


    It was you in that vase, tender


    heart and dreams on display,


    so hungry for love.


    I have always loved your


    flowers.