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The muse in the zinnias

Zinnia babies!
Little Ys
for YAY, I LIVE!
SHOW ME SKY!SANYO DIGITAL CAMERA

Leafy cloud birthing
a bud — a thought —
green nascent inkling,
memory-wrought.SANYO DIGITAL CAMERA

Then topaz and garnets,
ruffles of gold,
breeze-floated finery,
gemmed butterfly road.SANYO DIGITAL CAMERA

Ripples of citrus,
dollops of cream,
bees imbibe wantonly,
stripes popping at seams.SANYO DIGITAL CAMERA

Asteraceously proud
but democrat still,
comfy with beeblossom,
bedbug and dill.SANYO DIGITAL CAMERA

A bowl full of summer!
A head full of words —
which will stretch up
and burst sun-towards?SANYO DIGITAL CAMERA

Zinnias are symbol
of dear, absent friends —
some, fellow writers.
And this is the end.SANYO DIGITAL CAMERA