the avocado of
my youth
the rose petal of
maturity,
the corduroy
of middle age,
of old age
my modicum
You are
silken
southerly
swan-like
serendipity
You are
the wildflower;
I am the weed.
You are
Queen Anne's lace
and chicory
I am
a dandelion
and ironweed.
Without you
I would be
flat
lost
loose
NOT
You are the
BE
of
Me
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