Gypsophila
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I saw this today in a parking garage and took the picture, it was such a mystery

Soft baby's breath in prim nosegay
abandoned in a parking bay.
A whispered message left behind;
perhaps a gesture was declined?
An assignation underway?
Meet me, my dear, floor three, bay A;
I'll leave you there a small bouquet;
you know which, your favorite kind,
soft baby's breath.
Lovers, perhaps, the kind that stray,
who have to meet this secret way?
Upon the spray, a note thus signed;
my love for you is unconfined
I'll prove, with buds, I leave each day
soft baby's breath.
Copyright © Terry Miller | Year Posted 2022
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