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signing for another person’s roses :: kathryn dennett

They were beautiful roses.
In a simple vase,
With a light, tasteful accent of baby’s breath;
Classic, unobjectionable, beautiful.

I signed my name and the man complimented your taste.
I blushed a little and gave him back his pen.
I let him believe they were for me,

But unknown love of my upstairs neighbor,
Who happens to share my name,
If you ever were to send me flowers,
Just know – I don’t like red all that much,
But the roses were beautiful.

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Kathryn Dennett is a student at Northwestern University who procrastinates by writing poems. . . of varying quality.