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Flowers on 48th and 8th

By tom On Sunday, June 04 th, 2017 · no Comments · In Poems ,The Best Last Kiss ,Writing

Flowers on 48th and 8th — June 4, 2017
© 2017/TomSquitieri

There they were waiting
to catch my heart and eye
I look and look and finally chose
The ones that may make her sigh

I stand there and look
at all the beauty before me
the city’s noise and grime and bustle were silent
my head pounding freezes in the florals I see

The man of the flying trapeze
no longer floats through the air but only sees no net
he is trying not to crash
Not soaring, but flapping arms before his fate is met

But flowers, oh yes flowers,
their petals take him in
They remind him, “we grow beautiful each spring”
“Don’t wilt, try again to begin”

It’s a long journey, from the side of Mom’s home
to 48th and 8th
yet every stop, at some point it seems,
the flowers just help the pace

The roses are chosen
and into the store to pay
wrapped all nice, now at the counter
ready to go into the day

Out the door as a deep breathe is taken
and there among the millions on a sidewalk
There she is, just like in a movie
The woman who makes my heart balk

I stare right into her eyes, behind big sun glasses
As my breath holds me motionless
“These are for you, I say..”