While you were asleep
A chrysanthemum bloomed
Not in lines with time, season
or the order of the flowerbeds
I knocked at our ancestral dream
And found the doors locked
And silence swept me ashore
In fading memory
In blur of our being
I clung to a name
Nothing much happened
While you were asleep
Except the waiting
And the rediscovered warmth
Of wooly reassurance
Another chrysanthemum
Randomly
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