If I was a gardenia
I would grow
strong and tall
above the lavender grass
at the end of your garden,
I would enjoy the sun
intoxicate the rain
and eat my greens -
- with the knowledge
that one day
as you walk jauntily past
you will notice
me in full stretch,
pop me in your lapel
so I could travel
silently with you
in the Lone Star
State
- next to your heart,
listening to every thump and beat
dancing and quivering
as fluent and in love,
as the sea and the shore.
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