No More Blooms
You looked like you were arranging flowers in your head,
eyes appraising something I would never appreciate.
Later, I could tell by your silence that you were dumping
whole bunches of blooms - then you left,
leaving me with Baby's Breath,
Cattails, bamboo stems,
and thin things with bumps on them;
fillers, just the left overs --- no real flowers.
Now I have so much space,
and our vase is full of wispy crap.
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