Tulips

I am wandering
Around the Amsterdam
Tulips and flowers market when
A lady fifty years my senior holds up
Her basket of tulips and asks if I
Like what she has chosen and
I tell her they are beautiful
Especially a red tulip as
Red I say as her two
Lips and she looks
Into my eyes and
Tells me she is
Reminded of
A friend of
Hers from
Long ago
Smiling
Later
I see
A print
Of a blue
Tulip which
I keep as one
Memory of how
Beauty transcends.