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September 28, 2018



I’m calling them home.
Orange flowers – crocosmia,
forced roses, wild poppies.

They signal all will be well,
arcing origami shadows
on my white wall. Tangerine

runes – permission slips to make
it great. Like pressing promises.

Next day’s glory – a bouquet
wafting every room orchid.
White lilies, berries, green foliage.

Every petal ivory, magnolia,
cream damask. Orange?
In absentia.

I’ll take that.

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