I don't care for flowers

across the way, through the window of our neighbor

there sit, upon the windowsill, in a pristine, glass vase,

three white camelias, two red tulips

and one blaring, orange day lily

I saw them delivered by a man with slender hands and a kiss

while I peered over my computer

I couldn’t help thinking, just then,

that I don't care for flowers

but you could give me some.