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a little experiment

breeding lilacs

when i ran my fingers over your lapels,
they lingered long enough to feel
the catches of the thatched dry fibres:
which were once lush, long ago and far away.
Dead now, they lie flat under my fingers - 
but even in grey lack, new life has sprung,
for 
from your buttonhole blooms the one seed i sowed:
a single lilac, sweet and strong.