Yours, once again!

In the middle

Of files

And papers

And empty coffee cups

He found

That crumpled pamphlet

That had come

Shuffled in the

Very many

Layers of newspaper,

The one

That had come in handy

When he had wanted

To scribble down

The number

From a road side pillar.

“Fresh flowers”

It read.

He was amazed

The way people

Found door

To their dreams.

He smoothened

The wrinkles

From the paper

As he waited

For his call

To connect.

A single red rose

Preferably with

Dew drops

On it

And

Yes, of course

There will be

A message too

“Yours, Once again, Mrs. Smith.”

The order placed,

Mr. Smith wrapped his work

Earlier than usual.

And drove back home.

He had plans for tonight.

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