if nonchalant meant blithe unconcern
the militant florist arced the bouquet
through the air like some Olympian
athlete with the greatest chalance

the muscled biceps rotated smoothly
with grace and purpose as the
petaled red and blue grenade of
flora with ferns hurtled toward you

the florist then alone, stood erect
not watching the flowers as they
curved the baby-blue sky to you,
but at you, to see if you would

catch the meaning and catch
the cellophaned caress of love
elegantly presented before you or
allow it to strike unbiased ground

love, whether thrown or carefully
handed over, is still a beautiful
gesture from one to another and
common as sunrise, rare as gold

© agoodguy2have 2011-07-04