last dark day of summer

no more false modesty ma’am-
like worms in dirt i stir, 
but it was always me who would
forget and back off, you’d lie

(somehow the
truth
scares)

on petal sheets,
roses in our livers, daffodils in
our brains

and in the morning in splendor
remembering lost glories
forget-me-not for shadows
always caress the dawn

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