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When I notice ripe head-fulls
of blue thistles
fevers begin for long-lost fields.
Orbs on long thin-dagger stems
haunt my former
recall of thorned prickle-seeds.
Summer's rattle-fun magic
from cups' savage
sting always lured bees and me.
Blue globes of dry-spike sound
conjured music
to inquisitive fingers and ears.
Innocent games making tunes
from swaying prickle
allure was meant to bring fear.
Nostalgia can still not believe
childhood's strange
attraction to blue thistle-teeth.
When I notice ripe head-fulls
of blue thistles
fevers begin for long-lost fields.
Orbs on long thin-dagger stems
haunt my former
recall of thorned prickle-seeds.
Summer's rattle-fun magic
from cups' savage
sting always lured bees and me.
Blue globes of dry-spike sound
conjured music
to inquisitive fingers and ears.
Innocent games making tunes
from swaying prickle
allure was meant to bring fear.
Nostalgia can still not believe
childhood's strange
attraction to blue thistle-teeth.
