Spring 1997 • Vol. XIX No. 2 Poetry |

The Vase of Flowers

Arrangement is an accident, she said, turning from the vase of flowers, relying on roadside reds or blues or hillside yellows then in season,      just as the town ripped in two by the tornado might have been a Virginia showcase for nineteenth century architecture. He said, Well they are beautiful, though she did not need to destroy a town for their sake, perhaps more lovely without topography. As mood too has direct effect, she said, the way the hand and eye control tone or the way we sit together alone at coffee. So there is more than nature or desire, she said, as if country girls could on looks alone arrive bare-armed in bright regalia at the ball,      or gentlemen with fine words rise to power were they not by melancholy smile or glance of flashy dress too much distracted. He said, I can see what you are getting at, though she need not bring in the male's penchant for sex when flowers were equally stunning. An accident, as

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Arrangement is an accident, she said, turning from the vase of flowers, relying on roadside reds or blues or hillside yellows then in season,      just as the town ripped in […]

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