We used to throw out dead flowers:

Seeds, stems, fragments …browned, desiccated ….

All, roadside wildflowers.

Now, we leave them in their vases.

Scattered scraps mount on tables ….

We’ve slowed.

We continue to cut and pick.

We arrange.

We place, adjust, and drop in water-filled vases.

We look daily.

We see them die.

We know.

Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, mid-August 2

Author: Gene Novogrodsky

Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, a Brownsville resident for nearly three decades, writes North American border slices, from eastern Canada to central Mexico, and in between. He is one of the founders of the Narciso Martinez Cultural Arts Center Writers Forum in San Benito. He sometimes participates with the informal Resaca Writers Group in Brownsville. He prefers, however, to read to two or three attentive listeners – when asked!

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One Response to Through Flowers

  1. Editor says:

    Dead on, or spot on. There is a comfort in telling it like it is. There can be a perfection there, and it will never be lost forever, only forever left behind.

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