Save your tulips
closing in the shade
gathering dust in the air,
drying on the ground. They closed their
corolla.
were grouped with the pollen.
not agreed to give input.
They surrendered to life.
In your room, while traveling
your day, every hour
get older,
work as always,
beating and breathing, I give
the pot with soil eroded
bitter, withered
tissues, bacteria
banquet. The first handful
to fall upon your grave
clay and tulips will be clamoring for
be yours.
Now
like you,
crumble.
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