Forget-me-not:-
such due-blue, ocher-hearted.
Startling offering:
minute the blaze atop
these rough-bunched leaves,
so tiny-tender - so macro
to the mind's long zoom,
they swim in - blue star-clusters
(Run home! Run home to such deep blue;
suffuse it through you in oblivion -
to be the ocher at the core -
the dark center of that ocher.)
in green gloom at garden back
under glitter-fall of robin-song.
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