ORANGE ZINNIAS

Sunburst of Zinnias emit Kabod

Aside the walking stones of my mother's garden

Apricot shade of efflorescence

Aided my infirmity in the void of a May midnight,

Thistled my heels when the Almighty taught forgiveness to this skin

The Zinnia's season will close and their blossom depart, 

Succumbed to death a better friend never known 

For they grew the summer

When a road narrowed upon my back

And I ne'er turned