Gentle pom-poms cheering with a confidence
that builds an era
Each head an individual face, an English setter smile,
Nuance crinkles in blue, violet, purple,
rose,
Aching memories in the making,
So
soft and sweet these stars undo the darkness of deep space to shine.
This poem for Claire, not really for the hydrangeas after all, but somehow they symbolize how she makes me feel.
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