Disguises
P Patti Masterman
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In days past, I would kneel at your altar
Heart keeping time like bees kissing clover
Never came the day I could leave your orchard
No matter how much weight old memories carry.
But you've turned yourself into the loneliest of flowers
That grow best in shade and secret sanctuaries
Only in rare botany books you scarcely are sighted
My patience just another benighted plant.
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