Yellow-rose adornedThe dinner party has flownSere-rose rememberedI wrote a haiku close to half a century ago, but just now rewrote it:Tumbling from my palmThese dried orchids, once so dear,Sting my eyes like dust
Oh, yes, especially when they trigger old memories. I have a small pitcher of dried roses from bouquets received over the years, among them my retirement party 8 years ago. But then, there comes a time to send them to the dust bin. 😌
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