Arrangement
In
front of the mirror
where
I pictured you sat on my bed
in
my white shirt
still
smiling despite major jet-lag and worse
a
vase of spring flowers
displays
signs of pain
some
are holding up their heads
brave
and proud
looking
back at me
in
anger each wrinkled face a reminder
of
a bunch of troubled times
others
refuse to open
faces
buried with the shock of memory
when
petals shook with rain
so
rarely picked and glistening
unashamedly
and so glad
simply
just to be here and alive
and
something of that must survive
in
the cool arrangement
and
the encouraging vibes
preserving
the once Romantic drive
in
the green old shoot
growing
from the side
without
photographing the fate
of
the poor flowers
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