When I smell marigolds
I travel back
to my parents' backyard
where my mother planted
the yellow-orange-red flowers
the colors drew me in
I lingered in the scent,
clean and sweet
They were planted in the narrow bed
near the swimming pool fence
I remember how I couldn't wait
for the flowers to dry
and go to seed
so I could dislodge the clump of seeds
roll them between my then small fingers
and watch then fall to the soil
one
by
one
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