Time will pass in no time at all. We kept those flowers, the late winter hotel breakfast flowers… we kept them well past late winter time, well past breakfast time, kept them as a reminder of the breakfast in that hotel we stayed at in late winter. The flowers start to prickle and sweat, a soft fuzz of sweet-looking mould spawns across them and back in late winter we saw roses in the snow, but these are not those nor nothing so neat. These are flowers that start out as a haiku then become a messy paragraph which evolves with scribblings out until we give in and submit. The late winter hotel breakfast flowers flop, decomposed and decomposing, become late late winter hotel breakfast flowers.