Blooms
Fleshy white and pink blooms cupped together
In a straggely tree that an old woman tends
Blooms that do not keep for drying or pressing
Nor steep for perfume
Large thick blooms, clumsy some would say
The ache to preserve the wonder burns
A fleeting beauty like the wrinkled hands that tend it
Posted: Saturday, January 11th, 2014 @ 6:59 pm
Categories: Poems.
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