Buying and Selling Love
In response to Joyce Morrow Jones’ “Willow”
I sell flowers from dawn till dusk.
Funerals - the customers quietly point, pay, and leave.
Single women - they sigh with imagination and spend
Unfaithful husbands - push their lips tight and curl a smile
while taking the biggest bouquet or
they rush to me,
looking at their watches as if burned
and pick out whatever’s in red,
as if to say “It’s always you.”
My favorite are those coming to me with their love
at their side,
-- urging for them to choose
that which will make them smile the widest. Those are my favorites.
A. C. Grayling