Amaryllis flower bud
reach for the red in
the brick chimney
in the painting above you
but to die after you flower
wasn’t enough for us
I had to leave you here
by the side of the road
for a series of passionate
mumblings and disgrace
each in our own graceful way
spring speaks against
openly in the street
pale blue pale green
rather homeless in heaven
than a billionaire on earth.
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2 comments:
The last two lines are a wonderful summation. I can't have plants in the house; my cats would eat them, but I do have them outside.
Kat
Thanks, Kat. Cats are plants that have learned to walk, and still twine around us.
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