small sunny garden
YarnLouieOn the day I remembered how to
blush
the wind bore starch
gave me spine
to go back to a faded memory of
a time I pulled back the
sheets and heard her say
show me yours I’ll
show you mine and
we were ten
wild as roadside elderberries
minnows in a creek
and bold as molasses
on the day I learned how to
blush.
...But as the purple and the crimson go,
The mountains brighten as Sun flings below
His blossoms: last remembrance on the hills
From the far sunfields where such flowers grow.
He leaves their rose and purple blooming still,
Not knowing–does he know how swiftly they
Will wilt, how fast their wondrous beauty fades away?
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