: wailed the wildflowers to The Purple Chrysanthemum
With The Golden Center: Where did you come from? why
are you here?? —You don’t belong!
God set me right here. Her soft reply
as yet another petal dropped. She wavered slightly
in a zephyr. And as she spoke she wondered, too,
drooping, wept smiled
Cover image by Annie Spratt
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