I want to apologize to valentines flowers.
sprouted somewhere with sun and sky
chopped into clumps and lugged into the snow
I did find you a vase, clean and sturdy
but you sit confused
elbows leaning against the glass
and when the February draft curdles around you...
well, I'm sorry
you are summer flowers in a winter world.
I lit a candle beside you, but there is no warmth here.
valentines has passed and you are stuck
in a constantly cold vase
blooming for a sky you will never see
and a sun you will never feel