A gift of flowers
A gift of flowers
When I have cut the yellow
ones, the white ones
& one bright blue flower,
I arrange them
& fill the vase
with spring water.
When next you drive,
you will discover them
in your passenger seat.
There is no card
to betray me.
There are only flowers,
the beautiful ones,
& a vase with water.
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Oh my Rudy, this touches me. Gracefully done.
Allen, your reply touches me…
Love “There is no card
to betray me.
There are only flowers”
Just a double life in this poem…