It's Still Life

The Fragility of Red 

Those week old 
cupped crimson tulips 
make me want to 

drink in its nectar. 
Sip through its long 
slender stemmed straw, 

drink in its chorus, 
its savage storm 
and scorched heart, 

as its red petals 
drop across the table, 
wilt and faint. 

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