Charlene
Breezy, windy
wiry did you make
through the night.
My Charlene
roses effigy
in my garden.
olive and lovely
disparu Charlene.
I water you with my tears
my unique love
diūshī de Charlene.
In eternal glory
her statue lies there
hilang Charlene.
Not needing nutrients.
She is taking care of it—
underneath sculpture.
Gone Charlene…
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It was shady fun
Now we laugh
all.
Children did not, then..
Serious is their word of the day,
and serious out-thrown was I,
me --
as not to
overshadow,
overblossom,
overbloom --
in short to
overflower
the tiny war of feelings,
baby tournament,
competition done with fruits of the meadow.
Young, me, that was,
charms galore,
made in moment one,
and
became a queen of attention.
As flowers flowered,
flowery,
only in the flow,
of
where my shadow flew.
Now we laugh..
All.
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