it is too late to say sorry
when amends are pretty flowers
and
the memory resides planted six feet under
the green grass
and weeds all growing over
the
scar in the earth
no matter
the tears you water
the ground under
your feet
or the rose in your hand
so next time
grow
your flowers where
you vow to get planted
yourself
or grab a handful of
earth in your hand
and dance
breathing
hard and
smiling