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Plastic Flowers

Barbara Fisher

Aug 26 2011

1 mins

See how the tasteful arrangements
proclaim their permanence,
dewless and untender
as any furniture—yet very like:
tulip, apple blossom, rose,
lilies and delphinium,
scentless and their careful petals
dentless, something to be dusted
and kept nice.

My mother had a ball dress once,
crimson silk poppies
drowsy at the waist.
Crushed and spoiled at last,
they knew a kind of death,
their artifice did not outlive her.
So too the faded wedding wreath
and Parma violet hat,
unpretending ornaments that shared
a part of her mortality—
while these plastic beauties
still will bloom while
we decline, will meet
our last breath
with a bright stare.
 

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