Poetry: We Grow

Apple blossoms and new lovers in the spring

Warm breezes and sunshine making me sing

The smiles of my friends hidden behind masks

Bear witness to many hours spent on fruitful tasks

I harvest now the seeds we grew and I am so happy to announce

My bushels are overflowing with joy I dwell in such a happy house

A heart in golded parts sweetly flits in repose

Rhythm and rhyme through champagne flutes flows

Celebration, iced tea drops and very red lips

Oh who shall next receive sweet Rose’s kiss?

To borrow a phrase from Wise, this one is for the whole damn circus,

Marie Athena

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