Cut from the bush outside
which still flowers
despite the cold date
and arranged in an old mottled vase,
the two clusters of petals
appear as one, one who fades
from light white green
to pink, pale red.
Brightens.
In one smooth curve
from right to left
without motion, that splendid
continuity of the living.
Though these now die
in place, their two trimmed stems
bound together for effect.
Movement of another sort,
perpendicular to the first,
or, better yet, of another dimension
entirely, that fading into dryness,
continuous and bright.