I wrote a letter to a wildflower
on a classic nitrogen afternoon.
Some power that hardly looked like power
said "I'm only perfect in an empty room."
Four dogs in the distance
each stands for a kindness.
Bluebirds lodged in an evergreen altar...
I'm gonna shine out in the wild silence
and spurn the sin of giving in.
Oil paintings of x-rated picnics.
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