ONE LAST MOMENT (August Postcard Poem 2017)

On the corner of Fort and Ferry,

on a late Tuesday afternoon,

the hydrangea bush near the statue

explodes into bits of poetry.


The hydrangea is ancient,


pushed through time

from ornate to eyesore.


Neighborhood discussions

favor substitution

of a young pink azalea.


So he cuts blossoms

out of blue-velvet paper,

writes metaphors

of beauty and love,

dignifies the neglected hydrangea

with one last moment of life.


Copyright 2017

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