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Flowers
by Anna Alexander
The fragrance arrives before you
Tantalizing it enters
Through my breath
Stored in the labyrinths
Of my mind from times past
From warm gardens
Sunning themselves
From soft grass
From moist earth
The perfume of rain
Emanating
From streets
Sizzling on heated pavement
Wafting miniature drops
Microcosms of scents left there
Of oil and gas and things unknown
How strange all these
Come to me
Because behind me
You hold a rose
anna alexander 8/7/96
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