VASE BEFORE ME
(A Ghazal)
What curves before me is a china bulb with thin neck.
A lone flower rests on the slight rim of gold.
Stem without roots endures water to hold
Coral-rose petals, edges curled and black.
With every complaint, an occasion to appreciate
Even in stillness, my heart beats in my body.
Wind moves lightly across hair on skin
Flowers are fragrant even as they die.
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