Those dahlias bloom for Sue
Would she love me for loving you?
When the bird seed depletes
The space for your car lies vacant
Like all the rooms in your house
Extraordinary to be walking
Among her ashes on the pansies
Do you advocate the use of
the blue slug pellets?
Or feed them egg shells and soldiers
The same as you fed me
What would she think?
Would she love me for loving you?