A Flower for M.

Carry this with you next month, when you go.
It's a verbal chrysanthemum, flower from soil,
To put in a glass on your desk to remember
The place where it grew, the desert you watered.
All of this garden, from seeds that you sewed,
Will be withering soon. The ground will grow
Hard, as it was when you came, and be barren
Until you return.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-01-21 at 12:17

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