Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Mock Orange

what is "mock" about it,
the scent envelopes me like a fine mist
surrounding the Niagara Falls,
I could drown in it with a smile on my face.
It blooms only once a year, so if I choose to die
let it be then, when the roses and peonies
are in bloom, the tomatoes are newly planted
and the sun is still low in the sky.

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