I See You In The Flowers

 

I See You In The Flowers

 

I see you in the flowers –

when green antennae sway to-and-fro,

and in a crimson blur –

pale imitation of blood-flow.

 

And you smiled with your eyes,

Black Holes in every respect –

I spent hours in conversation there.

 

I guess you’ve completed your cycle of Hawking radiation.

 

The pith of the Hibiscus –

dark halo around the pistil,

returns flashes of that grayscale smile,

as though you don’t lay still.

 

What about white roses?

 

Reminders in the lyrics I hear –

         I wore one for you,

                 “What do you think?” I couldn’t ask,

                          You aren’t here.

 

But I hear you call me a liar –

         in present tense,

                 I didn’t see you sitting next to me,

                          I had to close my eyes–

                                  You’ve made me a crier.

 

I see you in the flowers –

         now, the others too,

                 and when more leave for the by-and-by,

                          I’ll sow seeds for each of you.