Kirsten




daughter,
 
tender shoot
to me,
 
shift of breeze,
 
your beauty
arrives
 
in branches
 
fresh with leaves.
 
eyes,
 
blue as any
 
sky
 
I have ever seen.
 
daughter,
 
even the yellow
 
stars of Squaw Peak
 
shine pale
 
to you.
 
my contrary girl.
 
crush to me.
 
my heart
will always
triumph,
 
kaleidoscope 
to you.


 Lisa Zaran



 
 

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