The Last Flower Poem by Laurence Overmire
The Last Flower
Be eternal
make no mockery
of your brief
splendid time
poised in perfection
on the cusp of this
green Earth's last
forgiving grace
your enchanting aroma
lingers yet
tucked in that ebbing space
of fleeting consciousness
just beyond the grasp
of unyielding human
fingers
the kiss of death
was never so sad
and so sweet.
~ Laurence Overmire
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