Summer came shimming up, shooing, shamming
shining up;
humming
hopping
hashing up
my fragrant true
Tell my zig,
my simple do tell
I am not
When shining high
High in blades of verdant limbo
Carry well your bushy pride
Summer came shimming, shooing, shamming
Clamor on my cheek of chill
Reach in deep and find a charm
A charm of cane
Of cane and purple
Humming and hopping
my fragrant true
He believes
in me;
eyes
wider than mine
for me; unsettles —
smiles
when he speaks of it
now,
how Facility
found
fragility
remains to be seen
but joy convinced green
when he
leaned
in
;
weighty
greatly
taken with
One man’s
treasure
wisteria
Misteria
your fragrance
rapt
me tight
and hurled me
far
beyond the garden’s edge
a Siren scent
awaits
beyond that gate
don’t tell
me you can’t hear the
smell
..that detours us to eden
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