Vera Sola
Virgil’s Flowers
These are the flowers that you hate
These are the colors for your mother's sake
All of this climbs the walls where poets go to die
These are the petals you despise

These are the letters that you fear
All of the vowels that you strained through walls to hear
These are the syllables I swallowed when I lied
These are the words to make you cry

These are the sorrows that you’ve saved
All possibilities you scramble to off-stave
And when you wake to breath and you clamor for the light
This is the dark that slept beside

These are the flowers that you hate
These are the colors for your mother's sake
All of this climbs the walls where poets go to die
This is the easiest goodbye
This is the easiest goodbye
This is the easiest goodbye