Cut Me No Flowers

I know it’s well-meant
So I smile Thank You
And say nothing at all. 

Yet I see the cut flowers
Gasping for breath
In slow agony dying.

They weep for the loss
Of the seed-life within
And all hope forever.

In prolonged death trapped
Without breeze or bee
Or sweet earth to fall to.

No! Kill me no flowers;
Nor pot me a plant
Committing my care.

Give nothing with Life.
I love it
Too much.

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