of pink to white - like wilting down to folded
-a week before, the lush magenta leaves-
the sex of pollen bursting - swoon to fallen
above - a dry one - brittle with brown edges
gives little shelter
.
.
.
the tabernacle rattles
in front of you, behind around
you feel your sisters go before you
as colors change arrange and re arrange
one sumptuous leaf can still flex in the wind
for which no tears are shed
now mulch and motley variances of dead
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