A Pair of Flower Poems

Home

As I am hurried up
the Wall Street
subway stairs,

in the first flash
of sun

so much depends upon
the pink daisy
tucked

in the woman’s hair
dark as my own.

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After Winter

Everyday walking
becomes bouyantly
pattering footsteps.
He holds up
a surprise present:
purple bowing wild flowers,

and from within
strong growth rings,
tightly rolled
silky secret love
unfurls,

a faint grape wine aroma
nearer than I knew.