you never
notice the flowers
in my garden
they bloom
perfectly this
morning
it is always
the rain
yes the rain that
you detest
it is always the
rain that
you complain of
and the rocks
scattered on the road
the dead butterfly
the biting ants
my flowers bloom
perfectly still
and they are
the reasons why
we may soon
part
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