wild gypsy rovers covering hillsides, the lupine brings visions of honeymoons in upper New England where in armies by colors within colors they painted the windows as we drove by
and making him stop while i seeking seeds waded up to my knees and my needs in their ocean splashing in waves of purples and pinks
with hopes of such elegant rogue beauty sown within our own boundaries now set by the trick promise of "I will" that covers lupine as well, I watch love grow for two decades while
the lupine never would sprout