When he dreams of life,
he feels weakened and ashamed,
as if he were the subject of disgrace
and the news had preceded him.

Should he find it in his heart to live,
that would be a tragic end �
with the death of death,
where would death begin?

And yet of late, he cannot resist
the haunting cry of flowers.

Perhaps it is their need to give
in the face of so much danger.

Or is it their will to go on trying?

June 19, 2006

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