Flowers Came To Town
They arrived to town, carrying two
Lidded wicker baskets.
Two shapes we’d never seen before,
Moving calmly under the burning sun.
Their shadows on the pavement
became unrecognizable shapes,
Where person and basket became
One nebulous form.
Their steps were measured,
Without any hint of hurry or
Effort. It was as if only the
The already quiet street, in the midday
Heat, became somberly silent.
As the two shapes moved forward,
With the baskets in their hands.
A breeze came, and the lids blew off.
Flowers appeared out of the baskets,
Filling the street with color,
While the two women sang a song.
And even when they’re not here
Anymore, we hear their voices
Every time flowers bloom.