some of us see you as woman
in flowered hat
cool as a spring blossom
no one can guess that beneath
your walk with an air of elegance
that you are filled with piths of sadness
an emptiness that you cannot bottle
and put a label
so that your therapist can check
its shape
its hues and dunes
its composition
her moon eyeglasses
could not decode where it
started nor prescribe the cure
so you carry a big purse of fullness
and work your hands with busyness
your schedule is so booked
you blank out lunch
you forget to go outside
and inhale the scent of lilacs & tulips-
real flowers, that is
if only your therapist knows
that the only thing that brings you a smile
are the birdsongs
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