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He told me Gerber Daisies.
And I held onto it,
As I listened to him speak with ready warmth.
And after the loud silence.
Even when you turn off the sound.
It wasn’t just the thoughts.
He said they are her favorite flower,
But she owns everything she’ll ever need.
It’s as if Im unable to reach them-
Those supple, vibrant, organic beings,
Bursting in colorful bloom,
Can’t reach them,
Like how I can’t reach me.
The earth keeps spinning.
I rewind your years,
And picture you like my young.
I see the decay at the table where we feast,
Lines growing on your face.
And how your agile feet fell down
Against the springy bed of black,
Like my own-
Your bare ankles in high waters.
Moments always slipping,
Like petals to butterflies.
Your smile with laughter
Slips like a water faucet
Between your confident teeth.
It knows, and releases
Soothing words cutting warm butter.
Like behind cats’ ears.
They flow through the blood stream like maps
To all the pieces of my puzzled years-
Unsolved cases of the heart.
Her favorite flower
Is Gerber daisy,
And it consumes
Me like everything has