Flowers, Pot

Picking up a collapsed puzzle

Piece by piece as it plants

Itself to a barren land – confusion –

How can we let our flowers die?

And with a shallow drink of a limited

Lullaby resource – we think so

Little of life – and how hypnotized

I felt forking out ideas and money

For a dozen roses

“You’re doing what, why, and where, and why?”

And that convinced me about flower pots

And a date with the un-destined.

A flower pot has more value

Than flowers do holding on for last breath.

I invested way too much “too much” and time

Into unhappy hour and nothing really ever happened

And nothing can ever happen and be happening

Between my childhood, my neighbor, myself

A lovely girl I never knew with a perfumed flower never alone until it goes

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