Monday, August 22, 2016

To Emily In Summer Valentine

Even when her father died
She remained afraid of him
Staying in her upstairs bedroom
With the door slightly ajar
While his body lay below
Visited by family and friends
Her best friends were flowers
And she knew all their names
Into her body she came down
Only as far as flowers do
A day or two before they start
To wither while in the humdrum
She was planting more seeds
so there were always more flowers
more and more flowers to come

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