Flowers of Summer
Maria Caspar-Filser
Spring flowers have come ‘round again.
But this year, we are bigger than them,
And stare as we do,
at the skin of their red blossoms.
It does not matter what was beautiful once.
Memory is a garden of irrelevant arrangements,
That turn us from the mirror into the mirror’s slave,
and freeze each exhale in an indifferent frame.
