By sarah dragonfleyes@excite.com
Date: 20 February 2001
vase
you belong in a vase
standing on my grandmothers amoir
with your petals wilting
and your cloying scent
sticking to my nose
your petals fall daily
waiting for a book to impress them
maybe one day, dried
the decaying particles
will reach the floor
i don't want poetry and spice
or a box of chocolates waiting
i don't want your sadness
waiting for me on a clothesline
or your flowers dying every hour
your grass has patches of brown
perhaps some crab grass outgrowing me
your flowers choking, waiting for air
so i put you out of the way
flowers belong in a vase
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