Pushin’ Daisies
Cart creaks
Rusted wheels on
cobblestone
A long squeak of protest
Cold metal burns
gloveless hands
White knuckled
Thought worlds away
To a warmer time:
of flowers, growing,
grounded, planted
Detritus falls
Wilted blooms
The sentiment of
yesteryear
“I love yous”,
“Goodbyes”, and “Happy Birthdays”
no one wanted
litter the lane
a trail of forgotten
memories
bread crumbs to other
lives
muddied shoes skid
unable to find
purchase
A sudden stop
More flowers scatter
Light across metal
“Sorry didn’t see
you” resounds
off brick and mortar
A forgotten voice
A familiar face
Beloved for so
long
Unexpected here
“We need to talk”
Surprise triggers
thoughts,
Staccato as one piano
key
Hope blossoms
Counteracting fear
Of falling blooms
and forgotten love
Perhaps
To be reborn
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