by the side of a dumpster,
branches torn, roots shrinking
in the harsh air,
I sense death's mercy
and walk on.


They're only two plants.
Don't bother.
Go home.
Go to bed.


Minutes later,
I trace my steps
back to the dumpster.
Glimpsing a hint of spirit
within the faded amber blossoms,
I tuck a mum
under each arm
and make my way
home.

David Kowalczyk

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/finding-uprooted-chrysanthemums/