The car doors are slammed, only to be opened.
Wedding lists are still in making, the silks still
In the wearing, their fragrances still sleeping .
The steel chairs are dragging on a dusty floor.
But the flowers are ready in a fragrant thread.
You can smell their fragrance and much later,
As girl is woman, feel them, a touch for touch
A curve , a lowering of eyes, a fragrant dream.