Her bluebonnet longing
came each Spring
when her heart traveled
the dust of gravel roads.
Pursuing a dream
doesn’t come without cost.
An east Texas sky
was traded for glass and steel.
The concrete garden
seen from her window
was an array of broken flowerpots
and frozen chrysanthemums.
She could not go back home
when the breath of dreams
was the air that gave her life
and kept her heart beating.
Bluebonnets are pressed
between the pages of her past.
They are what she remembers,
but also what she tries to forget.
©Susie Clevenger 2012
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