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She Saved a Little Morning, inside each waiting petal's fold.

The Alpofeline Wedding

The first idea was not fully formed,

a woman on a steed.

The steed believed it had a horn,

of which it had no need.

The woman thought they ought to ride,

though neither one knew where.

And so they stayed where they began,

The Kitty of Shalott

The Whirling Butterflies of Day dream of fireflies at night,

One day she had A Bright Idea belonging to another garden.

When she told her darkling friends, they said, "I beg your pardon."

The thought refused to wither there, yet neither could it bloom.

Florets wrought from iron grew and left it little room.

The Dark Garden would not let it go, so chained it to her mind.

Hound in Armour

Red and white against blue sky,

the flowers reach toward light.

While Roots Below compete for space,