Flower Girl
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She arranges her petals, and she carefully flattens her flowy, spring dress.
She looks for rainbows in dewdrops; from water and starlight, she wants nothing less.
She stands up on her pedals, and then she leans into the sun’s gentle caress.
And motions left/right at the stops; I fell in love with her a little, I confess.
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It was Valentine’s Day, not cold but brisk.
A day for flowers, for taking big risks.
And call me old school, for holding classic poses…
But when I say truths this day, I say it with roses.
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She’s a shy, quiet lady… a real whaddyacall… wallflower,
But she moves like she dances, with grace and with power.
Her smile is refulgent, but it doesn’t reach her eyes, they are cloudy.
Maybe… too many romances, which have wilted and turned sour.
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It was Valentine’s Day, warm Spring rain.
A day for flowers, for easing your pain.
And maybe you would call me a fool for conveying it this way:
I think the variety of us is best expressed through bouquet.
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She arrives at the counter a quarter to seven,
And waits for the fools who seek aromatic heaven.
Everyday, but this day most of all, flowers as sonnets and doves;
Flowers for prospects, for people enthralled, carry their hopes or their loves.
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It was Valentine’s Day, silver lining.
A day for flowers, I’m not a tree, but I was pining.
And call me stubborn, but I will not run for cover.
Give my hearts on a stem, cuz I think I’ve always loved her.
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She’s a flower girl now, and it’s because she likes the work, you see.
She was flower girl for her Mom’s wedding, and decided that’s what she’d grow up to be.
She knows how to stop… and smell, even while picking out emotions for other women.
But while those would be lovers wait to tell, no one gives her the time of day… then:
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It was Valentine’s Day, sun and breeze chime.
A day for flowers, for taking sweet time.
I put my love into petals and thorns, and then the cashier beckoned.
I buy one for my lady, and give the flower girl a second.
RRP
4/7/09 – 4/9/09
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She’s a flower girl now
Ever since she was one
at her mother’s wedding
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She knew that she
wanted to give people
inexpressible emotions on a stem.
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She’s a flower girl cutting
long stems on roses,
So men can show
women their feelings
but still keep their distance.
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Would be lovers come and ask for carnations
to go with their sweet words and late night libations
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I do flowers like suits,
classic lock, step to you with classic poses
So when I say something with botany
I say it with roses
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She has flowers for every occasion
I love you, I like you, I’m sorry
She has more power than most other vocations
Has flowers for happily ever after stories.
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She smiles with outlook untinted
Sunshine through any rain showers
Men in suits who can taste difference in vintage
But not appreciating the beauty in front of them, wallflower.
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She sees flowers come and go. She knows
that flowers are fleeting, like promises for a lover
I see her majesty, immeasurable in poetry or prose.
I give a knight’s oath, that if I promise her, I’ll deliver.
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I buy my Valentine a rose,
And buy the Flower Girl another.
2/10/10 – 2/11/10
Part I was my piece for the 2009 Spring show “Lightbulb Constellations”. Part II was written because I couldn’t find Part I during the meeting right before Valentine’s Day, so I tried writing it from memory, then kind of just went with it. Maybe I’ll polish the second part up sometime.
