...for what happens when I neglect weeding and watering all August...
Bouquets
One flower at a time, please
however small the face.
Two flowers are one flower
too many, a distraction.
Three flowers in a vase begin
to be a little noisy
Like cocktail conversation,
everybody talking.
A crowd of flowers is a crowd
of flatterers (forgive me)
One flower at a time. I want
to hear what it is saying.
-Robert Francis
Friday poetry
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