Flowers flourish
in field and greenhouse,
of my intention
to pick and give
some of them to you.
Lest I wilt them with my fervor,
or they diminish in my hand
I hurry them to you
hoping that they linger
in your affection
attaching some of it to me.
366 ®Copyright 1974 Jack Scott. All rights reserved.
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