Flowers
Cast onto stone;
petals fall. Raindrops
splash down and stain.
You adorn the dead—the dead
I love—except, you too wither and
perish. I will
gather your blood rain-soaked petals
and place them in the meter of ground
between him and me. I will
find new versions of you and
adorn the dead I love
again; I will place and replace
your dying petals with new
until I too
wither and perish.
