all the flowers in the world:
vased, arranged,
displayed --
pushing their various scents
on the now-weary nostrils --
a sea of white-this
and white-that,
meant to uplift,
to put a brighter sheen
on a darkness
best unseen:
but though apropos,
they replace
absolutely nothing.
May 8, 2009, for Cristina.
Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.
5/9/09
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