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..
Stay Longer
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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