Love, Poetry

These are the Flowers

These are the flowers
the woman now
hands to the girl
she was
then, saying bring these
to him
, knowing
the girl she wishes
wiser will miss
the note of urgency
and carry them
as her own
which is far from the worst
burden to bear
forward, if far
from the lightest too
open
hand
that at once offers
and beckons
you’re welcome
here

 

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