Would you stop at the store?
You text asking me
to pick up lettuce
on my way home.
There in produce
I glance over at the flowers
and remember,
you adore tulips,
love their bright heads
atop crisp uniforms.
Then I recall
your shelf of vases,
all slender vessels,
each waiting.
Standing and gazing
at the beauty on display,
I finally hear
your quiet asking.
I pick a clutch of tulips
in tongue pink
to fill an empty vase
and more.
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Beautiful, sensitive details. Kindness and thoughtfulness exemplified.
What a sweetie! Love “tongue pink” Hope you remembered the lettuce!
Bill, you romantic fool! Bet you got major brownie points for that 😏
What Sylvia said!
Lovely times a hundred!
my type of poetry! thinking of the other , alway, no matter where you are.
Beautiful.
So lovely! It’s always a joy to read your work, Bill!