It is all green
and blue, great big extreme blue
bigger and deeper than any ocean
and on the hills
yellow
pink and white
The rivers are gurgling, spilling out
raucous muddy browns
swirling sloshing whites
Small birds with emerald heads
bounce up off the fence wire
opening wings wide
only as big as my hand
suspending themselves
still as a picture
against the wind
that skins up the ridgeline
The smallest, shortest pink flowers
unfurl themselves all over
across the rocky ground
happier than I am
maybe ever have been
It is the state flower – yes
I had considered
but the state of the flower
its countenance towards the awing endless blue
and soaking sun, the hum and twittering
buzzing, eruption of song
its joy, ever brief, to be here
smiling among each other flower
taller, grander
yellow, white and purple
it is the state of this flower
I had never considered.
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