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My love and me
unlike wildflowers at midday with halos on a hillside
while still of no particular color
or adorned with any or all the colors of flowers there could be
we are unlike smiling wildflowers one sights mid-drive
though to see us together still may sparkle one’s eye
and open a door for the rest of one’s day
to enter happy thoughts of wildflowers lit at midday

my love and I are unlike wildflowers
even though wildflowers and we sometime both share
wild uncanny spaces one does not expect to see
wildflowers all blooming in heaps of sunlight
or wildflowers expounding the idea that the earth
sometimes bares some unprecedented rewards
which comes in such multiplicity
and sometimes strange weeds
and sometimes roses and sometimes sunflowers and tulips, my love and I

are not here for the season
and gone the next