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« on: September 09, 2019, 12:13:07 PM »

The dark-haired woman at the grocery store gently folds together the boutonniere – roses, sprigs of morning glory, leaves. She smiles when she is finished, proud of her work, and hands the boutonniere to me with a reverence that I mirror. I take the creation into the palm of my hand as if it were a newborn baby. The petals are cold to the touch, still breathing.

We stand in dresses with flounces, in the heat of a May evening, bearing the weather to take photos before the dark sets in. Hands on hips, we pose for the cameras. Boutonnieres adorn wrists and suit pockets, and it is a spring awakening set in May.

Hearts rise as a girl holds her breath and pins a boutonniere, giggling and unsure, to a boy’s suit. She tries not to look at him, averting her head, fumbling with the flowers in her fingers.

Years later, she finds  the boutonniere is yellowed and dried, the leaves of an old book, crumbled into pieces, though the memory breathes still.
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