Folkloric

From the farmers market,
stems chosen carefully
(I took so long)
for a bouquet
of the last of the tulips.

Every time
I walked past the table
over which these flowers presided
I remarked on their beauty
(their joyful individuality!)
and I must have done so
with such unconscious frequency
that I eventually exasperated
my dear boyfriend
who
somehow
does not share
as fervent an admiration
for this bouquet
as I do.

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To those of you in the U.S.
have a wonderful Memorial Day weekend!