Fall Flowers
I did not see them wither
they fell between the light,
falling back into a darkening sun
The blooms have slipped sideways
the way dust does
when not tied down.
I did not see their passing,
I only saw the knuckled joints,
of dry stems.
I smelt burnt offerings
arranged into bouquets
for long dead brides.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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