I tend to favor
the smaller red
and yellow over
the taller orange
nasturtiums who are
feathery prolific
and flower fuller now
but the nearer I get
to the north of
some specific leaf
where every leaf
considers itself vigilant
remarkable and equal
to any color or flower
the more I see love
has all the power
and stacks the world
with pictures of itself
in every trembling face.
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