Wise words whisper warm
Wishes, waxing woefully.
Wonder weds whimsy.
Each web filament
Beaded with tiny rain drops
Gleams like moonlit pearls.
One week and you grew,
Damnable weedy backyard.
Off with your green heads!
I let down my hair
To fall upon my shoulders,
For my lover's eyes.
You taste sweet and blue
Like a brilliant sky sweetened
By sugar-spun clouds.
When candles flicker
And light the graves of Lacombe,
My hope glows all night.
I need to whitewash
My grandfather's faded tomb
And leave fresh poppies.
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