i was drawing you a peony
as the season's wrong for fresh ones
and the sun was taken from me
by nimbulous distraction
and so i started dreaming
and flowers and the garden
and dreaming really thinking
turned my flower into laughter
the petals glow
where tears once ran
along a sandy cheek
they light the face
which lights for those
the room as in you peek
i wake and sketch
and i can't draw
but if i could i think
a flower just can't say enough
peony red, or pink
so here's my stem
as pretty as me
to lay down by your door
to keep all other weeds away
while you are looking for.
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