Here
The earrings hang
For the first time
From their fleshy loops
Remember
The day
We searched high and low
And found them
It was
A container for flowers
That I sought
And we found
At last
After the long day was over
"Just one more"
You implored
Inside
The beautiful shop of
Artisan glass
There it was
At the back
In a dark crevasse
The vase I sought
Met my eyes
But here
Remain the other
Souvenirs
of that day
Flowers
Made from other flowers
Pressed and set
Frozen
Disembodied, rearranged
But still lovely
Botanical kintsukuroi
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