Red Flowers a poem by Rebecca Buchanan

Give me your keys.

I’ll hide your purse in the closet.

I’ll feed the yellow cat
every morning at six.

I’ll water your fern.

And yes,

I’ll watch the red flowers
on your cactus
the night before

I know you don’t like to go anywhere
unless you can come home
before dark
and sleep in your own

I know.

I’ll straighten
your dresser
and make your bed
when I get to your house.

I’ll start the coffee.

Don’t worry about anything.

I’ll have everything in order
before they arrive.