Crocus

Crocus
Laid down on the mat
Like greeting cards.

If the truth be told
(and it so often isn't)
This must be the last goodbye.

Crocus
Laid down on the mat.
Xylem post-its.

Give me a building
And I will jump-
Court ground like the
Matador seduces
The bull.

I curb their spread
With my knees
And wrap brown paper
Round the stems.
Red and streaming
Crocus'
They are so true saying,

This must be your last goodbye.