Stay, I saidThese were the last survivors from a bouquet Y received a few weeks ago and I did want the moment of joy and celebration to stay. The flowers did the best they could, held strong for longer than I thought they would. But that morning it was finally time to go. Throwing away cut flowers be more than a mundane act of housekeeping sometimes.
to the cut flowers.
They bowed
their heads lower.
crossings as in traversals, contradictions, counterpoints of the heart though often not..
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Removing the drooping stems of baby's breath from the vase in my living room, reminded me of lines from a Jane Hirsfield poem
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The cut flowers that we all are... For some days we stay, only to fade away... leaving a trail of memories in our wake.
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