Blossom Dreams

There are waltzing beauties
under the moon, upside-down umbrellas rising
open as patchworks, piquing at
midnight, folding outward origami
winglets to stabilize the
thing divine; pale, picture holding
memories, sprouting in the garden

like wild dreams that never die.

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