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A Flowerville excursion--

Where all seems in bloom

In this misremembered June.

Did the dark-eyed lady in specs

Take a snap of a rose she'd seen only in prose?

Yes. From which negative, contact-prints

Of petaled affirmation made.

What perfumed desires

Evoked these scented turves of earth?

The cobbled constrictions of place,

Of race, of imbibed inclination.

Where?

Now is both a place and time and the same as then.