Twilight Azalea
Free run of Azaleas
excluded from their presence
so generous, so careful
to preserve the delicate balance
She grew in God's Earth
subjected to witnessing a prolonged campaign
Her speech called
and when she grinned
she admired bridgework kept hidden
Summertime twilights
long and peaceful
silently disappear one evening
Still alive?
yes
how do you know?
a morbid question
but it's a morbid subject
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