A Letter to Dollar Dahlia

Thu, 06/12/2014 - 19:09 -- ryannk

Dear Dollar Dahlia,

My childhood was spent in your bloom.

I plucked your purples and pinks

Reds and oranges and yellows

For my mother and for the table

I put your blossoms in my hair

And in the hands of my loved ones

While you climbed the fence in the garden

Bringing pops of color to my grandparents' yard

Where I picked pumpkins and planted corn

Dug through rich black soil for potatoes

And ate berries off the vine.

Dollar Dahlia:

Thank you for your time.

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