Garage Flowers

By Richard Lakin

Lifted, dripping, from the bucket

Carnations wrapped in cellophane

Stalks and browning petals for his Mary

With kisses on their anniversary

Cut-price, stickered, diesel-tinged. It’s the thought that counts

Snatched from a garage forecourt, all of it amounts

To biting nails and wondering, counting the hours

She gave her a life to a man who gave her garage flowers

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