death bouquet

By Tohm Bakelas

i pick up fallen 
petals and place them 
in my hand as if this 
withered arrangement 
could breathe life
into the flowers before 
the warm rain did
what warm rains do,
before spring and summer 
ended, before the weather
turned, before it died
in the fall. 


Tohm Bakelas is a social worker in a psychiatric hospital. He was born in New Jersey, resides there, and will die there. His poems have appeared in numerous journals, zines, and online publications. He has published 10 chapbooks. He runs Between Shadows Press.

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