When I said I’d tried to grow one
She was the first to know
What I meant the bright orange cup
With the lemon center
I saw it once
Yes she said twice to assure me
Look and touch
It never grows old
I was watching Olivia’s mouth
When she said the word Clivia
She was smiling and wrapped
In a pale blue glow
Like a flower
That’s been slept in
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