Drive the back way home he told me
I forgot, so we turned down a side street to
get to a side street to get to the back way
home, because he wanted me to see fuscia
azaleas blooming in a neighbor’s yard that
were so fabulouly fuscia-y
I said wow
In the trunk was a hanging basket of
petunias with new fangled paint splattered
blossoms called Night Sky, so maybe I
can grow a constellation all my own
I said wow
We bought the night sky after sharing
doughnuts drenched in blackberry
cream so dark it looked like heaven and
tasted like it, too. I looked at him and
knew we were in a constellation all our own
I said wow
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