Hindsight —Dave Kingsbury

Flower scents can sometimes linger –
remember that sunlit riverbank
alive with a thousand wild blooms which we
gathered together in such
reckless abandon
as a token of our
never-ending love? –
today I found a single faded petal, dry as dust, still faintly perfumed.

 

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