words spill out of your mouth
like bouquets of the most
wild flowers…

& yet you stand before me
with your hands stretched
reaching out…

you want me to be delighted
by this gift of  earthly
laughter?

no, for flowers & anything
else you could find the
words for…

will one day perish
will one day wilt away
in quiet way…

despite,

despite, it all.