Memory 14: Chrysanthemums

smells like
wet, dark dirt in
dark green pots
green stalks
jagged leaves
splashing in fall puddles
At the garden store
in Catonsville
Autumn sun
low in the sky

Going with dad,
buying six of them,
their wedding flowers,
for mom’s birthday
and brother when he
grew old enough
we’d pick the colors
and just the right ones.

Get the bushiest plants
(to get your money’s worth)
and only one or two blooms
to know the color,
but with tons of buds
for her
to savor the blooms
of the future days,
A gift of anticipation.


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