When
I unwrapped
The
Flowers,
They
Were
A
Wreck,
Blossom
Heads
Broken
At
Slender
Necks,
Petals
Crushed.
My
Fault
For
Buying
Beauty
In
A
Rush,
To
Save
A
Day
Without
Grace,
Spent
At
A
Frantic
Pace.
I’ll
Survive,
Trim
The
Stems
And
Float
The
Blooms
In
A
Silver
Dish,
Like
Fragrant
Fish.