a gardener by trade
& indispensable,
he liked to arrange flowers
after hours,
and had his pick…
birds in paradise
forgotten nots
and rosebuds
by the dozen
grafts, too
the only
blossom
he favored
(for lapel)
half-plucked—
tearing too easily
& every shed petal
whispering:
I love you
as it falls to his feet
(making arrangements challenging)
a ringless poesie
in need of center.
©Karen Robiscoe
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