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You visit each day in a different dress,

a clear umbrella for the rain.


And one day this week,

with a daisy

whose stem you sawed

with a kitchen knife




Only the magnolias have squandered their colour.

Their shells convalesce over the neighbourhood lawns.

Just yesterday

you brought me some,

but pulling their corpses from

your book where they lay clamped,

you thought again and discarded them,

stepping through my door with the story, the gesture.

About the author

Moez Surani
By Moez Surani