she had just had her hair done
pale
blossom on a thin stem
when they sat her in a chair
leaves
curled up like roman scrolls
went out to fettle her lunch
the
air in her room, quite cool
she insisted, no, no lunch
flowers
drinking up water
and closing here eyes for sleep
the
coolness perpetrated,
settled into her small chair
with petals nodding
from heads
taking penultimate breath
and
summer blew tranquil at last.
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