Fall Flowers
The flowers have died back,
back into a darkening sun.
I did not see them wither
they fell between the light.
The blooms have slipped sideways
the way dead things do
when not tied down.
I did not see their passing,
I only saw the knuckled joints
of the dry stems
opening desiccated florets,
a last unraveling
of the no longer there.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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