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June Bride
We sometimes congratulate ourselves the moment of waking from a troubled dream; may it be so the moment after death. ~Hawthorne
I found a man that grows fuchsias
as pretty as the ones Grandma grew
when she was young -
before age crumpled her body
and weariness etched the meaning of life.
June Bride is the name of the one I chose,
and its brilliant beauty fills the shady corner
of my front porch;
its glory reminds me that we are all espoused
to the Shade -
and just as Grandma has entered the union,
so one day shall I.
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