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the flower

between my thumb and finger
I did hold 
the stem of a flower I could not name
in search of
that lost name 
I came to see it
for all it could ever be
- the flower

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  1. Date: 2/18/2011 1:08:00 AM

    Lovely

  1. Date: 2/18/2011 12:38:00 AM

    We certainly do not need to know the names of everything to behold their beauty. Great point. Very nice poem, Brett.