Thursday, March 1, 2012

Purples, Biloxi tears (I)

In spring on the Gulf,
by now
purples have driven by,
catching jewels.
Pinks are slipping out
of tricked oleanders.

A few are mauve imitators.
(The purples are real.)

But in another south,
1,000 miles upward,
a shy sun is
content to love
cheering purples
low to the ground
and valiant.

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