Today I bought myself some flowers, because...well...yeah.
Cost? $6.98 value- a lot more than that.
This Waterford vase is nearing 5 years old. It came with an arrangement from my Mother's funeral, soit brings me a warm feeling every time I use it.
Maybe people would be happier if they gave up the extra 12 pack of soda in their cart and bought themselves some flowers instead...just a thought.
Fraction of Poppies
Once I was sure where the decimal point should be placed,
casually jotted among the roses, or to make a bold point in the delphinium,
but in any instance, the dividing mark between dollars and cents,
fractions and wholes,
was vividly and persuasively expressed; the register counted clean at the end of the shift,
and everything was accounted for.
Now I find I lose a dollar here and there,
pennies rolling this way and that, falling into cracked peppercorn plants,
to blossom copper-colored in the fall with the Autumn Joy sedum,
and I am not sure if I am half-way there or if indeed I have lost a quarter,
My stride across the pasture lengthens with the sunset, for
I must cross this field before the ratio of poppies to prayersoutstrips me.