Chorus of Blue

FREEWRITE: An Arrangement

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You ask me to consider an arrangementI have always liked daffodils, after allEven if they no longer smell sweet. So I stare at them, frozen in timeBrightening up the corner of a dark roomIn a dull, familiar way. You ask me to consider this arrangementIn lieu of any other; to settle upon almost lovelyInstead of fresh and new and slated to die You imply the risk, it is not directly statedOr maybe that part is me and my own apprehensionsSo many new arrangements have wilted and died. And you insist…read more