The florist advises:
Rose cuttings still live
when kept in a jar
of water
but everyone knows
open secrets.
I remember Marie,
who still hoped
while she was dipped in
her tears, like a rose cutting
seeing the man buying roses
from the florist
for another woman.
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PoetryOur hearts are brave as fire, minds gentle as earth, dreams are fluid as water, and our souls are as free as the wind. (Poetry and Prose) #2 of the end-live-begin trilogy.
