DREAM

She took the flower,
placed it gently, arranged
just so, between the pages
of the giant tome,
and closed the book
setting it carefully
back on the shelf
where it would remain
until someone, seeing
its leathered spine
might pull it out, blow
off the dust
and open to that page,
and look into her
long-dead dreams.

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