A small bouquet you wanted,
so on tender feet we went
through weeds and creeks
towards a sunrise scattered
on an ocean of green. We discovered
an oval patch of yellow and fuchsia
surrendered itself to our pluck
pinched fingers. Of course you didn't
understand how delicacy won't last
to home--the jostling and quakes,
but it doesn't matter. We're not making
scent to perfume the air, but an image
to adorn hands and mind. One time,
just this once, we'll pluck the flowers
and walk home together because
neither of us wants the fight
and in our surrender
we love that much more.