And for the flower there is only the flower. For us, then, this is the heartbreak.

So many flowers are...what? Merely cute? Speak of an innocence? Daisies. Some "poets" speak generically of "flowers" as they speak generically of so many things not understanding the specificity of the object and its power to relay meaning. But to capture the sensuality and passion of a moment, a feeling in a person and a rythym, how a memory excites and disrupts simultaneously, misfires the syncopations necessary to a particular act, one has to make a careful and peculiar choice. As you have done here. With fireworks.