Tuesday, January 18, 2011

1/17/11

"I bought you a rose" he said
and it was finished before it began.

See,
I don't do flowers.

I don't do flowers, like I don't pay for sky,
or sunlight,
as if to buy some dirt.

To what extent
can't we be bothered?
To use what we have -
To say what we mean -
But we can't.

So we let something dying
represent love
and I can't stand
idly by;
so I don't do flowers;

I'll do it myself.

1 comment:

  1. The first 2 lines really brought me into this poem. Amazing job.

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