I see them arranged outside the florist’s shop,
tall green stocks, with a flush of gold
surrounding centers textured and brown.
They look like little children gathered
in close proximity dressed in summer finery,
with faces uplifted waiting to be kissed.
Buckets stocked to overflowing
fill my eyes with pleasure, I think of new love,
warm days, lots of company and laughter
I must stop to gather
some bouquets to decorate
my tables and entryway.
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