Page 62 - Litterateur March 2021

PETALS

And the inside of the

Roses on the table. sky

Who knocked silently it's within my reach

at the door of the and you as a tireless

home swimmer

and spilled odors you grab by the

red roses, whiteness of the

on Valentine's Day? clouds.

The smell spreads, Purple golden

the memory is woven sunsets

among the petals, gold through the

My happiness is window the edges of

blossoming the petals,

long ago reduced. and the calendar

reminds me

on Valentine's Day

and a date hidden by

roses

of your birthday.