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Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Azalea Baby

Waited that time
Until all was certain 
butterfly wings
Fluttered
And then
Crimson pouring
Into the bright cold
Room where you
Trapped in your tube
Stopped 
Wild child
Exploring inner
Worlds you lost
Your way
And stuck
Fluttered forever
Away
Leaving behind
Your wings
Under my heart
Forever four months


Azalea Baby .... Part 2

Wheeled past
Bundles full
An azalea plant
In my lap
Out the door
Without you
Ever

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