doctors, the cavern hospitals, tables filled
with basement bodies. Then the doctors off to Italy.
afterwards when I walk for years alone, no
longer breathing you in, smelling
you, then the tears.
i grieve to the flowers.
i breathe in the pure earth.
Take these tears I say and return.
Red rose, temporary respite.
Often I stop and look for others,
Hyacinth, Lilac, Lilies. Then
The moan, the tears, the broken
Blue eyes.
The moan, the tears, the broken
Blue eyes.
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