Longueurs of the lantana
Livid with candle flames
If the temperature doesn't get them
Our over-watering will
But the Vinca surprised us
Blooming against the heat
We could barely tolerate
And on their own some kind
Of purple flower spread
Over the places we never got to
We were given a strip of land
And told to make a garden not a grave
But summer blasted through our yard
And not a flower we could save
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