Some
Body
I used
To
Know
Gave
Me
A
Wild
Flower.
Unwilling
To
Be
Tame,
It
Wilted
In
An
Hour.
He,
Too,
Couldn’t
Be
Held
In
A
Hand,
It
Was
A
Thing
He
Didn’t
Under
Stand,
And
Soon,
He
Had
To
Move
On.
When
He
Was
Gone,
I pressed
The
Fragile
Blossom
In
A
Book,
Into
Which
I seldom
Look.