Day 1 The First Conversation & the Nature of the Poem

reticent
to join
the wildflowers dancing in the fields
without inhibitions
they prayed in rows.

star blue
bold and bright
the Isotoma opens herself
up, spreading
reaching out.

all the while white on white
the cantebury bells
ring true
welcoming, tempting
sweetness.

fragrantly knowing
you are free
and you were once
lip syncing for crying out loud
just like me.

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