《Strange world》Tiny flowers - Part 2
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Still . . . must venture out, must try to move
to mimic forms and modes of being real
The date burns through my mind, a silenced flame
No one knows now, no one senses or recalls
my ugly secret as I walk and smile at eager dogs
and chatty passers-by, pitch my voice high
in brightly girlish greeting as I stride on
A gesture to the day is in my mind
It should be marked and honoured, somehow
though just by me, in silence, secretly
When I reach shopping streets, perhaps could seek
some tribute to dead love, some flower maybe?
Not lavender, something else, something he loved
Or not a flower, maybe? but what?
a hateful pointlessness hovers there
A why do anything /what does it prove/ just more consumption vibe
Yet we believed in ritual, honoured it
credited its healing force in human days
At garden store a street display is bright
shelves standing out on sidewalk to seduce each passer-by
Pausing there, I look at sundry little plants
Potstuffers they are termed, in rainbow shades
six different plantlets, pretty blooms and leaves
Could mass them all together, see them every day
think of them as somehow his, as part of him?
Then hummingbird's lunch, so-called, pinpoint coral blossoms
Attracts my errant eye — he loved wild creatures
The wanton birds and beasts, quite giddily
And so I hover, somewhat like a hummingbird
though not so bright and not aloft
with small pots clutched up in my hands, a long time there
Then — put them back, pick them up again, some several times.
Feel blocked, in part the covid rules — no entry at the entryway
an exit-only now, line-up out back instead, a mask required
within this store, and in their back courtyard outside as well
(though not by latest regs, just in this plant-filled place
each venue differs now, re-education waits at every turn)
Here a contact sheet to sign, a queue outside
while headcount of their current inside customers proceeds —
as well, nothing streetside offered to convey these six small pots
gripped awkward now in both my too-small hands, so
how to mask, glove, sign, sanitize etc.
as all these tasks come on one by one by one?
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