The Memory Of Flowers - Poem by Bob Walicki
The hyacinths you have taken,
From the garden are long,
Once inside, have been forgotten
But you still think on them.
Their green lengths.
In cylindrical vases.
Where they stood.
Your entire memory smells of them.
I am not sure they will grow again
You pulled them out
Way too soon
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