they greet you as you enter
the heavy glass doors,
a gallery of color
and scent. lively little
faces
on green stems.
you push
your cart forward,
then stop.
so many flowers to choose
from. roses, pink,
white,
crimson.
gold sunflowers.
daffodils
and tall orchids, singular
and elegant.
who are these flowers for?
whose hands
will embrace each bundle
and say thank you
before
placing them in vases,
trimmed to fit,
the water poured.
where are these lovers?
the wives. mother's perhaps
who wait for your arrival,
loved ones
who will kiss you
as you enter the door?
I move on, so that others
can have their way.
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