Nancy Davies

Flowers Fall
April, 2021

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Gusts of wind: flowers fall

brilliant as stars floating between

airless constellations.

 

These are my stars, toasted

and shriveled on the garden path.

 

Well, so what. In every life

some flowers fall, leaving finger

strokes upon the satin ribbon

 

still fastened to my gown

at evening’s end.

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