Withered
Jul 17, 2022
It’s because I can’t stay in these moments
that I must go
The flowers, a multitude in bloom
is best
But one is always enough
I smile on them and they smile on me
And then I have to go —
back to work, back to errands and lists,
back to waiting and hoping and wishing
Flowers are being
All the time
And I want to be with them
This poem was originally written in June 2022.
