We are our favourite flowers
Steeped in a full vase
Seasons pass -
with the dipping water.

We forget  / or were not
taught. To add our own flower
food. To cut our own
stems. To cultivate our own
cuttings.

Seek not to be
crisp, divine, distinct
For it is already
apparent.

Be it if you
are fanned, variegated or needled
voluptuous or diffident
fresh or heartfelt  
Or just ****** herbaceous

We are own favourites.
We forget that to be in the vase
was a choice
For we can always resettle, reposition, repot,
for the coming season.

Is a sin
The small acts
The things we try but can not do

We forget ourselves
We get lost in time

I don’t know where the years went
Or so the saying goes

I look around and see families
Children
Friends less and less
And more and more formally