And bloom in big patches on the road sides of Oklahoma.
They don't grow as tall here yet,
But "incrementalism" is their motto,
And they'll get taller every spring,
And there will be more of them.
But for now, I can tell you that they are every bit as blue.
Their blueness drops like a ball bearing
Into the well of my heart,
And the depth splashes onto my face.
I don't know if it's politically correct to cry anymore,
But that doesn't matter anyway,
For when I taste these tears
There is no salt,
But only a sun-warmed weediness
And a sweetness of wild honey and missing you.
-jenn
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