forego such roses

while i cannot forego such roses,
each fallen petal gathers me whole,
readies me without delay to restore
me back to gardens even as i am ready
to wilt… the scent delivers me back
to you, morning sunsets to midnight
seances, i can no longer recall what
happened in between except these
flowers somehow must be resurrected,
if not pilfered from a dream

© mr gahon 9/9/15


About mr gahon

poet... writer... culinarian... i like to work with food that appeals to the senses, write words that taste even better View all posts by mr gahon

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