Grass Widow
Early, at the heart
of the rocky Cascades
along the Labyrinth Trail
you will find me ~
slender verdant limbs
rounded tips of pleasure
open to a palisade sky
satiny purple skirts
flipped up
toward spring sunshine
I shimmer in the breeze
like pages of a secret
mistress of the meadow
blue-eyed grass
iris of your undoing
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