Ode to Alice

A purple violet –

in a chaotic field of colour.

Pale and small in a universe of


Shyly peeking past the daisies –

whispering by the clover.

A small rabbit finds it crouching,

wisks it past his teeth

and soon in all God’s grandeur

the flower will be me.

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