primroses
i scaled the wall
and waited with the primroses
when i saw your sky blue dress
waving by the metal brazen gates
and on your hand was
a mass of papers printed with the
smiling, happy face of a yellow plane
i muttered under my breath all of the
familiar things: the crook of your nose
the depth of your breath
the strand of hair by your right ear
and all you did was look at the primroses
and remember how many petals
the red one had