An empty wishing-well.
Where words;
disappear.
Words of trepidation.
That take courage to tell.

As the rope
of hope
snaps with fear.
Tumbling down.
In dry-mouthed,
jittered rotation.



A slow, painful,
exhaustive;
car journey.
That sped toward
dismission.

Hairy moments.
By the mane-ful.
Both locked-in,
and, locked-out.
Belted glares.
That acquiesce; sternly.
Both tiresome, and, retiring.
Door slams with admonition.



The tender, dying
gladiolus.
Resembled a love
buried.
Long; lost.

Memories bloom
of better days.
Stemming from floating aromas.
Pruning. And, preening.
With little swords.
Florets of old, perish,
in the bitter frost.
Yet, from seedlings – roots live on.
Perfumed pollen spreads.
As petal decays.




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