Bouquet

you sold me flowers
from the top
shelf

and i could tell you picked
them yourself,

to lend my space
some of your
touch,

let’s vow to do
our best

to keep the
vase water fresh,

to help them
ward off
death.

you flowered in pinks
and yellows

and as the sky worshiped you
with sun-dance
eyes

i watched you bend to no breeze
standing strong where
you grow-

a treasure that need not
be told you
are so.