By Marianne Bickett
copyright 2009
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The birthday flowers are yet
Immersed, sipping with green straws-
Half swallowed or nearly drowned -
One by one I pluck nodding
Blossoms, blackened and wilted
At the moment of their faint
I lift the withered pieces
and carry them in my croning hands,
scatter them in places where they
may stay or tumble [...]
