Gardenias grow higher
Then the sky, always as if
Reaching to something,
Superior to all of us, our being
Ascending to a expanse, far
Greater then life, leaning toward,
That which is perfect
From the earth of vastness
Comes the rain to give growth
To wash away the iniquities
From there, the sun, scorching,
The life, yet not ripping it up
Wait for fall to chill and spring
To arise and give birth to them
And gardenias grow higher
Then the time before
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