True song
Laurel, remember,
you are the best ending
to every beginning
Day, translation,
night, and song
I’ll paint you
the color of quiet
the unassuming shadows,
and the never-taking earth
You are the finest details,
never hungry for attention
My triangle is filled
with butterflies
still burning
vivid blue
you are the corky, wise
tidbits of humor
in all my favorite corners:
a Kermit the frog
dial phone,
a smiling cat ridding
a chicken
on the face
of a broken clock
can I ride the swirls
of your silver hair?
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