Tulips Poem by Mark Halperin

Tulips Poem by Mark Halperin

Maybe our failed hopes rise like tulips
out of the cold ground,
and, when we look around,
there their satin bowls are, chocolates,
and swaying, velvety clarets, aglow
with memories of help we thought would
appear and beliefs we watered.
And we do have something to show,
goblet-like reminders of our stubborn,
labors—or we don’t, and refuse
odorless flowers and choose
to live without consolation.

Mark Halperin
first published in River Styx, issue 61, 2001

Tulips Poem by Mark Halperin

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