Bouquets

Bouquets

A Poem by Maxwell Ryder
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Nov. 2, 2017

"
Children
spring
eternal
from
our
graves;
We take
our
place
in a
sequence
of
names,
unknown
to dirt;
New
bouquets
wither
and die
without
a trace
they
ever
flowered
the Earth.

© 2017 Maxwell Ryder


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