Wildflower Epilogue



Wildflower Epilogue

We are with different mountains
now, but those we once climbed
stand by.

They are not lost.

The places we have been
(where we stopped to look
and feel) will always
color our lives.

We might come upon them
again in a dream:  or
find them stashed
in a pack we could swear
we had thoroughly emptied.

Dried in the time
it took us to unearth them—
but faithful in their shapes still.

Their bloom is no afterthought:
after we have gone on to other things
there is a prairie owned by wildflowers
where it is always the summer
we passed by.




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