Wednesday, February 20, 2008

After Valentine's ay

for Emma

Having given up

the charade of

freshness, of

forecasting Spring,


mauve tulips

sagged, their

wide heads hung

over the side of the

proud little vase,

nearly touching

the cool marble

table, seeking


“You pansies,”

I laughed,

wondering whether

to grab my camera

or pen. I checked

the light coming in.

Beside the beaten


an unopened

heart-shaped tin,

held foil-covered

Ferraro chocolates.

This gift from tender

teenaged hands --


with promise.

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