Kirsten

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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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