Dead Flowers
Dead flowers in the trees
fall from branches
like the blood from broken lips.
Dead flowers in the grasses,
petals curling
like the legs of upturned spiders.
Dead flowers on the sidewalk,
sun-scorched and bleaching
like the unfortunate wayward slug.
Dead flowers in a hand,
anchored with a burden
like the bones of buried loved ones.
Dead flowers on a tablet,
the memory of color fading
like the whispers lost in wind.
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