HALT! SMELL THE FLOWERS!
Halt! Smell the flowers!
Don't you make haste,
they are but ephemera
that dissolves into the haze.
It’s certain! The day will come
when you’ll pass by,
and find them gone—
from petals to rye.
Don’t precipitate! Linger.
Point your nose, bow down,
before one of you two
at last leaves town.
5/08/2014
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