it's not what i expected
from a man on a hiking trip
just him and his dog
out there in the wilderness
i expected something solid
a branch, maybe, or a rock
something not easily broken
that can be jammed under gear
i never expected
something so delicate
something precious and precarious
kept bright and alive
and it sits on the desk
at the back of the cafe
revived by water from a nalgene
red petals dewy and firm
it is looking for the sun
craning its stem for some light
misplaced but so intact so breathtaking
so perfectly preserved by this man and his dog
it is waiting for a poem to come
waiting for me to remember it
and i can't do it justice
because it's not what i expected
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