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Roses and Jonquils.

Date Written: October 12, 2017

I met you on the bus, 

You were younger and shorter and

had the tiniest smile. 


I felt something new, 

something tight and unyielding,

and somehow liberating. 


I watered that feeling with

peppered talks and

little grins that only

we could decipher.  


I sat with you, 

and you sat with me, 

and that bus circuit was

always too short.  


Because before long you'd be gone, 

and I'd be alone with my

little flower pot. 






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