Be there by the bridge,
Sorbus said,
I'll be wearing a flower
in my buttonhole.
But she never showed,
least not
that he knew,
she saw him through
the falling snow:
bespectacled,
black bearded,
with pointed chin
and hooked nose.
She wanted more
than that
to please
and feed
her hidden rose.
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