The only flowers I have ever planted were with you
  ranunculus, so transient, they would bring
  my grief to me like a hot knife to the heart
  fragile and red, I wonder if they still grow there
  in our little patch in the back garden
I remember the way I stacked the stones
  to counteract your feminine power
  that I was afraid of
The only flowers I have ever planted were with you
  fragile and red, I wonder if they still grow there