Ode to Lavender

April 7, 2018
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The harsh light
dried you out until
your fingers crumbled
on the window sill

A stranger in your
mirror isn't in bloom,
all you recognize
is familiar perfume.

Thirsty and tired,
but nevertheless,
you still wear that
purple sundress.






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