bright fleur rests
in evening still
from breezy daze
hue nears the
harsh threat
of tiny daggers
clinging to stem
nears harsh
in the calm
dingy gloaming
it's held high
and away from
its fruited fellows...
those dull orange
hips which shifted
to and fro in
the prior gusts
bright fleur comes
late for the show...
such a gay fellow
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