Place

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

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