They are there, day after sunny day, radiant,
A mixture of different kinds and colors
And all so pleasing to the eye!
In rapture I stare, gathering their beauty into my heart
While they stand there, so unaware, unashamed.
What if they should look back some day!
Season change, my life continues;
I feel older as winter approaches.
I know now the flowers will never look back;
Flowers on the city corner fade before they knew me.
I look lustfully at newer, fresher flowers.
Forever new flowers, even when I am no longer here to look at them.
Written circa 1974