Remember the magpies
how he nicknamed them
“Orca Whale-bird”
Remember the foxglove
violet tunnels enclosing
traveling bees
Remember the deep base notes
of burning bog cut peat
glowing crimson
behind cracked glass
Remember our children
like hobbits, lofted
poking blooming faces
through heart shaped cutouts
Remember the bleeding heart fuchsia
sheltering over
the yellow hope of buttercups
“Remember our children/like hobbits, lofted/poking blooimng faces/through heart shaped cutouts.” ❤️ You won’t forget!
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