Blue Hydrangeas
Blue Hydrangeas
I cut blue hydrangeas
and one white for your innocence,
left them by your door, and fled.
You did not know they were from me,
which didn’t matter as I imagined
you gathering them in your arms.
I envied the vase in which you placed them,
the table they graced, the window through
which the sun touched and warmed them;
for they were close to you.
