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by Odin odin@aflx.com — Read all 3,869 poems by Odin odin@aflx.com
Many years ago in NYC, for a class assignment, we were required to pick a public location, study a behavior, and imagine where such a behavior might lead. I chose to linger late at night beside a sidewalk florist at 6th and Greenwich Ave. in the Village. There, I observed a purchase being made, paid for with a pocketful of loose change, carefully counted out. Later, the experience became the basis for the character Theo in Echosis--just published. (See my books)
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Gift Card Unsigned
by Odin Roark
Flowers that never open
are flowers that remain without light
that smother within a rainbow plastic wrap
as if suffocation was their destiny
Petals now lay languid atop a kitchen table
begging to be caressed
to be touched for remembrance
to feel the deep breath that lifts their fragrance
a bouquet remaining unopened
given but received by no one
snap-shot never taken
a never-happened night
forever evoked
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