TULIP

The pink is disappearing
the bloom opening
like a hand, held
down and
bending the green stem
lower
as I eat my cereal

saying here, here
I am
dying and
leaving a roomful
of pink

you can just feel

all this without a word
amidst the disarray
of the table

and the woman
who occasioned
these flowers has gone
for the time

being

suddenly very quiet
around here


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