When I showed him
my crayon portrait
of a blue tulip he
laughed out loud
there’s no such thing
as a blue tulip
then I said what
do you call this
unmistakable marine
the squeaky leaves
I’ve captured
too incoherent
for you too royal
a cross between
your new bruise
and the bottom
of the lake?
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