of the northeast and west
their peonies and Oriental poppies
wet springs and dry summers
under a spruce tree cathedral
laid floors of spreading ajuga
now I get to use ajuga in a poem
now I get to grow the invisible
desert rose with its single thorn
get to water it with my blood
one drop a day get to carry
its rainbow body through mirage
after mirage the morning we call
earth the evening we call air
and only maybe someday see it bloom
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