she found me loading shopping in my car
and said my name. I looked up, and a star
was shining in her smile, that we should meet
so unexpectedly. I went to greet
(the usual hug) and then she said, 'Aha!
So now I know — it's you these flowers are for,
that I was just presented with.' How sweet —
she'd wandered in to see the flower show
and some strange man had thrust them in her hand,
these fully blooming roses, palest pink.
She felt they were for someone else, and lo!
her widowed friend (that's me, you understand).
I sink my face in scent and colour; drink.
I sink my face in scent and colour; drink.
A Miltonian sonnet submitted for dVerse Form For All #28
On 6 June 2016 submitted for Prompt Nights: Roses
