Coda: Sehnsucht

What am I now? Another vow to keep

fresh lilacs in the house, or just the sound

of one who learns, after so long, to live

without them? All that I’ve had, I’ve left

propped up in a glass vase: cut stems

at rest within a thin preservative

of sugar water tipped with vinegar.

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