Who would do this to a flower?

Last week, flowers – red and white vinca –
were planted beneath the curbside tree.

Come Sunday morning, they were not.
someone had plucked them out
one by one
and left them, roots upturned,
to die.

Who would do this to a flower?

I imagined some reveler coming from the corner bar
stumbled there and
out of need or spitefulness
asked the flowers –
Love me? Love me not?

Gently I pressed them back
into their holes

Will they survive? Who knows –
flowers are a hardy lot.

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