Mixed bouquets from a private garden sold
at a farmer’s market stall
Thursdays on the mall—one secured 

with elastic and string
to the bridge’s southeast rail
and a note. I can’t make 

out any words
save you and peace. His name still
withheld. It’s not 

the impact 

on water through air once
met metal 

ledge, but the force
of those falls against
sad flesh crushing bone.