There was a dude
who bought a bouquet of roses
for a girl he really, really liked –
but the colours that leapt before her:
January’s spring! Quivering arrows;
hiding their thorns
in crinkled, silver foil
brought not joy – but, instead –
dismay to her eyes.
Then the girl said,
“Never mind this awful Valentine’s Day cliche,
but there’s something you have to know:
“you can bring me to the flowers,
but not the flowers to me!”
The dude, surprised by her words,
only had two words to offer: “But why?”
She continued, her mature stance belying
the terra-cotta freckles on her little hands:
“You see, my hands may bring them warmth,
but not the sustenance they truly need:
some water, sunshine, earthworms
to loosen the soil – or, even better – butterflies!
So leave them alone in the mucky dirt,
because that’s what they really, really like –
and bring me to the treetop walk instead,
because – my darling – that’s what I truly LIKE!”
© Zelda Reville
Happy Valentine’s Day, y’all!
Pro tip: not all women like flowers, not all flowers are like women. Enjoy.