<html><head></head><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; -webkit-line-break: after-white-space; "><p class="MsoNormal">Shakespeare’s Flowers<o:p></o:p></p><div> <br class="webkit-block-placeholder"></div><p class="MsoNormal">Now in February Alstroemeria repossesses spring.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">One day the scholars will not pour these words.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">The command of nature was never mine.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">But that is not to say these flowers, here,<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">now, alive in their glass, whose waters<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">their green leaves sully, are not as these poems,<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">cut, stripped, placed in this glass of verse and<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">do not speak with what my whole life knows.<o:p></o:p></p><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>- Bruce Moody</div></body></html>