35. LAVENDER EXPRESS
Lavender express, hear me in your dignity:
I abuse time, am buffeted (and your shoulder
is hard as the next) but none my fault.
Take then my bitter tendrils, my roots, shoots,
my herbal corona, unbury me from the wires;
I have stopped, and am ready to start over.
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