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No Everlastings Included
You paid dearly
for some florist’s skilled hands
to arrange this magnificent bouquet
. . . so beautiful I was breathless
and impossible hopes almost blossomed again.
But as final bouquets will
the lovely petals opened, then softly fell
one by one by one . . .
like all your promises that kept dropping
softly . . . soddenly . . .  unkept
like shriveled memories
in need only of someone to sweep them all away.
Carolyne Butler
(Copyright © 2000)