Tokens

10th April 2012

Yesterday I picked a dandelion
For your buttonhole.
I chose it for its primary color
And because it is a humble, hardy weed.
But you had no buttonhole
So you carried it for an hour
Sniffing it now and then
(Its scent is yellow)
Until we had to go home
And you found a hospitable bush
To place it on.

Today I snapped a spring of lilac
For your buttonhole.
I chose it for its delicate tint
And because of its exquisite grace.
But you had no buttonhole
So you carried it for an hour
Sniffing it now and then
(Its perfume is intoxicating)
Until we had to go home
And since it had wilted
You dropped it on the ground.

Tomorrow I will give you
A bright green inedible fruit
And see what you do with it.

Deborah Pease

8 thoughts on “Tokens

  1. Kate

    Okay, I am the worst. This is such a lovely poem but I read “buttonhole” as “butthole” until about halfway through, so it took me a little bit to realize it wasn’t a joke!

  2. Judi

    I will attempt to place the hedge-apple in my buttonhole, because I will be sure to wear a jacket with one tomorrow.
    This poem is very sweet.

  3. Krissy

    Ohhh I also wanted to comment because I thought it said butthole at first and giggled. Nice work.

  4. Colleen

    I’m still not quite sure what to take from this, but it’s given me much to think about. Thank you.

  5. Amy

    I’ve never felt much appreciation for poetry, so I often skip over when people post poems on their blogs. For some reason I read this one, and I’m glad I did. It made me smile. :)

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