Chrysanthemum
The petals curling over themselves
like girls at a concert figuring out
how close they are
could be an emblem for heaven
golden heads blending in that way
of girls again, lined up to meet their idol
just as dramatic, these blossoms
scattering like girls after a show then
someone says you were killed in Afghanistan
and I think of that book about Japan
the sword and the flower like girls
thinking of what to say when
night vision and drones quit
their usually melismatic tune
technical words getting spun
around like girls not knowing where they are
or why they should be
dragged into this poem.
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