Throughout her Ages
Wedding day, a bouquet tied with silk
faces in the crowd she crushes it
a bright beginning, bells tolling.
Twenty-first birthday, another bouquet
tied with green twine from the garden
too many spaces and ethereal faces.
Their silver day, a lavish bouquet
tied with bloody barbed wire
coupled with a card, the name not her own.
Too many spaces and ethereal faces
a cloying bouquet tied with clarity
and dirty petals long blown underfoot.