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Flower Power

July 18, 2014Free Form, PoetryBonWagner

Appear, wildflower
Singe the empty space you occupy
Sing a vibration or two
Ruin some bee’s day
Rue the rain you never see
And wilt home to dust for your encore you silly infinite thing

 

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