(Travelers Day)
Highway
Strange Road
Follow the signs
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Floriography; Carnation, Lily, Lily, Rose
Alas, poor heart, mine bends, it bleeds
They grow then fly like milkweed seeds
In sweetness as a soft breeze blows
Carnation Lily, Lily Rose
In summer days the garden lit
with fireflies in bottles fit
to open wide, you let them go
Carnation Lily, Lily Rose
The incandescent stars remind
This world’s a-flicker, misaligned
But love’s a gift without a bow
Carnation Lily, Lily Rose
Alas, in sweetness, passing through
The children grow, but sing to you
The songs you taught them long ago
Carnation Lily, Lily Rose
Early Morning Poems 