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.