Flowers Never Die
When flowers become like rain
I am on full alert
I like flowers
Draped around my neck
Wet from exhaustion
When flowers become like wood
Made into chopsticks
I am not surprised
When nuns
Eat with their hands
Remembering the flowers
Plucked from the fields
When they were young
When flowers become like salt
Rubbed into the wounds of soldiers
I am shaking
I am a flower child
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