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The Long Grass

Such a flower she holds!
Long stemmed and willowy sturdy
It seems to her it will bloom forever
As she dances inhaling the sweet perfume.

Her unwrinkled hands caress the plush petals
As she is wafted toward the meadow
This one flower seems to unfurl to her
Her life held without sweet reasoning's.

She does not yet know how fragile her bloom is
It is a fast dying flower of course
That will expire overnight beyond sight
Will sigh and droop and fade
Unafraid of its death.

I watch her dance with her bloom and should warn her
Bur wont.
Every flower dies in its own time
Why warn when pollen marked fingers
Are staining such a time?

I will not ask her to anticipate
The leaving of the long grass.

Poetry by jenks