OctPoWriMo Poem 7 -Some Flowers

Some flowers are so beautiful,
We could not bear their repeating

They bloom once, fully,
In the late afternoon’s sun
Or the first light of a spring morning
Then begin to fade

The edge of fullness
To fading
Is when old gardeners
Say the fragance is sweetest
And most fleeting

I found one of those perfect blooms once
As a child, wandering the back corner
Of my grandmother’s rose garden
Where a marble maiden
Endlessly poured water
From a stone pitcher
And once more
Vining down a high wall
On my way to a restaurant in a strange city

Late though I was
I halted.
Given over.

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