Maybe flowers weep,
heaving sadness up
through the stem
and down the tender
leaves, distilling
living beauty into
the vapor of perfume
so that at least
their scent
will be carried
into a world
too busy to slow
into an awareness
that beauty lives
everywhere.
—C.L. Fisher, March 2021
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