“The Flower” by James Mayes

Featured Poem / Fall/Winter 2015

“The Flower”

The last drops of early morning dew
Glistening in the light
Saltless tears of the night.

Brushing the back of my hand
Softly down the petals
Careful not to bruise them

Letting them be
As beautiful as they can be
reflecting in it

Before sliding my hand down
Taking the delicate stem
Between two fingers

The crack echoing in my heart

As I snap it over
To let the flower hang there
And die
Like everything else