A Fear of Flowers

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Thorns down my
spine;

a fearsome foe
in
full bloom.

Roses of
rhetoric make
forever seem
a majestic
proposal.

And yet every petal weakens,
yet every stem’s angle
deepens

immobilized by
age.

Every day to the fullest
brings time
full stop like
a bullet;
lodged in a
life of few regrets.

My only attempt at retrospect
would
be to
extend beauty to
organisms not
so
short
lived,
augment
kindness with less
than diamonds, seal
love with more
than a kiss.

And that’s not
quite distaste but
hardly a tryst.

I’m a shipwrecked romantic;
there’s just something about the
way
drowning sunsets
swim
with
elegance

washed-up flora too
easily dismiss.

Face-down with
the fish,
perhaps I’ve missed
the point of
roses.

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