crossing the 100th meridian

pasque

yesterday the pasque flowers bloomed
in the diminutive and reserved color
that lies between the lavender of mist
and the grey of lightly overcast sky.
so demure, scarcely raising their delicate heads
above the needles cast from the overshadowing pines
that by blinking or looking away
they receded into their background

excerpt from:
Crossing the 100th Meridian

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