Other Flowers
petals soft push
against
other flowers
rising out of rock,
slipping through stone.
"can't" has always been there,
below the surface,
whispering doubts through ash.
"couldn't" waited
impatiently,
pouted broadly below my feet,
as I picked
this bouquet for you
of me.
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