it’s raining
in the garden
unwelcome
during any mid-summer
of memories
when
the cold creeps
& the breeze stiffens
or in later stillness
it sounds
i’ll not do love again
not for laughs
Dry Arrangement
flowers
do not recall
the
departed
loosened
until shifted
on breezes
before ground to earth
new tributes
freshly laid
only become
later season detachment
we have been too ardent
gathering the fallen
who’ve taken leave
or gone beyond
to other altars
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