A Letter to Dollar Dahlia
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.