The Dance

The roses came in plastic. Wrapped around your name.

Never had the pleasure. I don’t have your need for fame?

There is quiet in these moments. There is moisture in the rain.

I know you stood there crying. They’ve all failed you once again.

I must thank you for the flowers. Gave them water in a vase.

The sun came through the window and I dance when music plays.

Dennis Mantin

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