Flower Shops and Morgues

I was,
it appears,
obnoxious
when I wrote my woes,
lining them up like so many coffins
next to the flower shop

I am,
it appears,
even more so,
now that I am in love
and at peace,
my bundles of flowers stinking up
the air
around the morgue.

About this poem

Most days, I get notes loving and hating what I write. No matter what I write about, people love it, and people complain.

Kinda cool, huh? .

Tom

PS – The picture was taken at the farmer’s market in Roanoke, Va.