Those stray white petals carpeting my floor

Sounds very pretty

But they are tracked inside

Stuck to the bottom of my shoes

And glue themselves to the tile

So that my Dust Duster finds it impossible

To suck them up and I have to

Bend over and scrape with my nail

The flimsy, papery petals, now discolored,

And roll them up like a booger and

Throw them away, this little bit of spring

Which I waited and waited for and longed—

Now a curse beneath my feet

Those stray white petals carpeting the floor

Memoirous