Flora

This rose
became
Love\’s 
plant jacket.

That rose
was
Love\’s
casket keeper.

I have no idea
what this one is.

This daisy was my favorite;    With or without all the petals; Even slightly chewed;
And crumpled
 or headless
Dandelions
from sticky 
but so beautifully 
tiny 
Hands.

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