I knew it was beginning when the flowers
bloomed yellow on the roadside. The day
was wandering with the ladybugs, showers
were undulating. I waited through May
and June to see the fresh opening buds,
the fragrant iris. Her wet eyes shine
beyond her dark hair, and the dark mud
receives her pilgrimage. The decline
of the Sun stretches the tree's shade
toward the horizon. O reveal your face
to me! Never may knowledge of you fade
in seas of inattention! The graceful
petals disclose color. I've breathed
over the surfaces that we both see.
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