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
