“I loved you first: but afterwards your love
Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song
As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove.”
-Christina Rossetti 

forsythia

 

I See Yellow When I See Him

He broke me in half

Against a concrete curb

The last time he tossed

Me out of our apartment

This past Spring, and since

Then, I always brace

Myself when I smell

Forsythia.

 

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