Flawed objects

How imperfectly does the spring bring

This one flower; see it is a little withered

By lack of sunlight or too

little rain,

Or small bug sipping at it’s vein

You cut it and put it in a vase, anyway,

Shake off the dew and the ants.

It will only last a day.

 

How imperfectly do I come, in the spring

All winter I lay in my den-

Imperfect hibernation.

I did not sleep,

Though I dreamed.

 

I will come to you then, at once hollow and

Yet so full of fragments.

There was too much sunlight or too much rain

You will lay me beside you

In a bed as soft as petals.

It will only last a day

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