Rosemary,
You turned the beautiful medicines
Into the essential orange flurry of the fire whiskey
My rayon and taffeta kimono charred from time
I would seem "spontaneous" with fascinating friction
Your familiar garlicky piano fingers navigating us to a time journey
Was Laos long and pain-free, with the help of love smoke?
You learn the pain of renewal forever
And from beautiful experiences
Copyright 2008 Laura Beck Nielsen
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