The Roses Man

You bought me the wrong perfume
not once - twice.
And my birthday
almost slipped your mind
one year.
Rabbit coat?
Beautiful - but I don't wear fur.

You must have always been looking
at the wrong women
when you bought me clothes:
Sexy underwear - too small.
Nightie set - wrong color.
Satin jammies, a blouse, a sweater
and a new watch:
too tight; I wear t-shirts;
too hot; wrong type.

The roses were always perfect though -
Orange, peach, red,
coral, lavendar, white.
The golden-yellow, orange-flamed tipped
beauties were my favorite.

I have all the petals,
pulled - dried in a wicker basket
under the windowsill
where the dollar store frog sits:
dopey smile, floppy hat.

i love that frog best.