Blowing the Fluff Away

By Robyn Sarah Robyn Sarah

For E.B.

The sprig of unknown bloom you sent last fall
spent the long winter drying on my wall,
mounted on black. But it had turned to fluff
some months ago. Tonight I took it down
because I thought that I had had enough
of staring at it. Brittle, dry and brown,
it seemed to speak too plainly of a waste
of friendship, forced to flower, culled in haste.

So, after months of fearing to walk past
in case the stir should scatter it to bits,
I took it out to scatter it at last
with my own breath, and so to call us quits.
—Fooled! for the fluff was nothing but a sheath,
with tiny, perfect flowers underneath.

Source: Poetry (July/August 2009).

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This poem originally appeared in the July/August 2009 issue of Poetry magazine

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Biography

Robyn Sarah’s new poetry collection, Pause for Breath (Biblioasis), will be published in fall 2009; her last was A Day’s Grace (Porcupine’s Quill) in 2003. She lives in Montreal.

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SUBJECT Relationships, Friends & Enemies

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