On my knees I pray
For the weeds as I pull
Them away from around
My young lantana
For love of its already
Opening umbels of yellow
And red which remind me
Of raspberries we grew
And from around the blooming shrub
Whose name I've forgotten
Grayish leaves and flowers a blue
I've never seen before
A shade I can't decide if it borrows
From evening or morning more
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