Beauty is my own garden
Where new colors emerge
with the cold life
I lived with old loved ones.
The Brazilian orchids are flamed
as always this spring
For they are my moments of joy.
Today Martha told me
that this is my meadow,
At the end of Morningside Park...
My dogs know me
and I know them...
Fall into the grass
And roll with this.
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