two champagne flutes,
tokens from the bride,
rose petals sprinkled inside
a charm on a ring around the base
name card with rose to mark the place
sat on a shelf
from Valentines Day
for seventeen sweet months
but the petals faded
the glasses clouded
our love became obscure
time now to scatter the petals
to lay that love to rest
i pour from the flute
then again from the other
into my cupped left hand
i step over the threshold
into the garden
the scene of so many projects
and i tip my hand
watch leaf follow leaf
some float, some fall,
all leave.
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