the prevarication of flowers


no bigger than a dozen beer mats
i was seven
the soil

trying to seduce cromwell
a year to see the flowers grow
with scent    absent scent

now i feel the enticement
had he gloried the moment
i’ve have been court


standing into my space
close scent of delicious shape
maddening crowd of prevarication

the unbroken dance
had it ever been
i’d have been court


the prevarication of flowers
poetry & beer delivered
brutalist concrete

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