garland’s in a girl

 

california poppies blooming

in precious glass triangles

an inner sanctum terrarium

my heart’s secret garden

cradled tenderly beneath

crystal vessel reflections

naked buds of opium

lackadaisical anemone

and sprigs of crepe myrtle

garland’s in a girl

bend toward the sun

and daydream

of desert horizon’s

lulled to sleep

by the buzzing wings

of honey bee’s

in a chalice

of photosynthesis

a. duncan, 2017

 

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"She would fill endless notebooks with stories about the characters in her life, their impressions, words, friends, lovers, inspirations, fantasies. She spent her days dreaming up worlds where they fit together in visions; the if only, the never again, the someday. Those who knew her best would describe her as a creature with a clear and sometimes painful sense of herself; furious with ideas and convictions, to a point that she frightened love away with discernment and a relentless strength of character."

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