lay them down
by the roadside
venue
with its chipped pieces
of earth
on verges
passing now
along the motion of traffic fleets
where last week's flowers
have all gone,
to petal dust
but today you are greeted
by a flower bearer
a tree of life
stemmed from a well
from a fountain of growth
that you sip
and taste
on the mouth of a cup
like anticipation including you in the lineage of lavender's slightest shades
you become a blush
a watercolour stain
that your teary eyes
have painted purple
in the coloured praise of a sunny collision
that your fond heartbreak
arcs out into rainbows
in the escaping light of a farewell prism