Impromptu
she's a wild
flower with
rose hips
and broad
leaves
she to me
is medicinal
and can be
prepared in
many ways
she can be
eaten raw
like a salad
a musky taste
with a hint of mint
she can be
made into a
tea and drunk
hot or cold not
needing honey
or fed with
garlic and
mustard
holding
her
close to
my chest
picante
driving
away
all
my
ailments
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