very young, in the beginning
stages
of shaving.
of learning
the curves of women.
unraveling the puzzle
of what
makes them tick,
i'd spend part of
my meager sum
of a weeks work
on such things as flowers,
or cards,
some cheap broche
or necklace or shiny
ring
to indicate my affection.
buying not
love, but
something else beyond
my comprehension.
and now,
with this vase of flowers
on my shelf
i think how strange it is
that the tables
have turned.
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