the flowers stayed
their place upon
the hallway table
and all that was left
was theirs for
a round moment and
as peacefully as
flowers do
shone to shine they
glowed pink white
yellow (as yellow
is a retraction of gold
in the local paper—)
centre stage
and then pausing in
life, the letting go,
shallow flowers
do deeply flow from
life to death in one go
So they’re
taken by my mother’s
hands and on the out—
side table
potted to rot this spring
(time breezing up limp
leaves)
dark now falling and
not much left of it so
a shopping list
of dead leaves is left
on mum’s outside table
and blown to
the floor once a flower
Saturday, April 20
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