Is full of its pinwheel flowers
Two shades of purple around
The yellow knobs of its pistils
Its color reminds me of
The ‘Nelly Moser’ clematis
We grew by the door years ago
And its scent of some perfume
Used to anoint the dead
To overcome the corruption of the flesh
The two-way street of passion
Whose roots need a cool run
And whose leaves send out
Their clinging tendrils
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