These are the evening primroses
Which I saw open for the first time
The wall
The bench
The poets
The dusk
The evening primroses
This is the emblem of one life of survival
Such a gift, such a place
The blue sky
The thirty degrees
The birdsong
The high noon
The evening primroses
That such certainty should emerge
From such uncertain, troubled times
The mind
The body
The heart
The soul
The evening primroses
