A Spring To Summer Romance
he was not my type
but by the time it was spring
i wore that man's ring
once he wore me down
i flowered in the garden
of his sweet attentiveness
but began to droop
in the absence of his care. . . .
July’s drought was hard to bear
that ring he gave me -
cheap like his lackluster love -
broke in mid-august
By Andrea Dietrich
(combination senryu and choka)
For Russell Sivey's
Relationship Breakups Poetry Contest
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