Twin

You were a sweet boy

Tall as the wheat

And I the rose bush

Rambling skyward

Why you drew near, I’d not wondered

Seasons later

Come, I summon,

Skyward again

Back to that hill and together

Standing e’er so near

I’d interrogate you

With a whisper, “My thorns, or my hue?”

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