I always wanted to write this poem. Imagine that. In any case, one could say it's for the blatant commercialism that plagues Valentine's Day or the concept of love or love itself (if there's any such thing called love). For myself, it's something else. Just ironic how things never last.
10:30 pm Friday, December 17, 2004
Crocus: After Valentine's
Losing their color
in a white enamel vase,
crocuses wilt,
feelings die
after valentine’s day.
Friday, December 17, 2004
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