I brought orange roses and red geraniums.
Their edges glowed as if lit from within
infused by the winter sun.
A flock of green parrots gathered noisily in a nearby tree
as the white dog lay placid.
Unperturbed.
It was a moment I wanted to catch, but didn't quite.
The colors leapt and then bled,
a memory already fleeing.
Like the shiny Mylar balloons affixed to graveside markers
that loudly exclaim,
"Happy Valentine's Day!"
A pretty thought,
but highly unlikely
under the circumstances.
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