Emplumada

One of my favorite poems, ever: "Emplumada" by Lorna Dee Cervantes:

"When summer ended
the leaves of snapdragons withered
taking their shrill-colored mouths with them.
They were still, so quiet. They were
violet where umber now is. She hated
and she hated to see
them go. Flowers..."

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