I flew across the Atlantic Ocean.
Reach you in your chair.
Hug, we talk.
Flowers, important things,
Celebrate hand in hand
The paradise of Gentiana in spring
Blue (strictly speaking).
You grow anemones,
You say, the daughters of the wind.
I said the world should be named.
A flower is behind you, Stanley.
We read poems to each other
You will be a hundred years old soon.
Signing takes a long time.
My time-travel copy.
What flowers can I send you?
From Ireland? American naqian vegetable
It's the color of your shirt.
Panas grass? hill
Forever in new york?
Your Zimmer-Gavit suggestion
Madder with goose grass
Toughness, your age spots
Loach that blooms in winter.
But no, no, let it go.
Gentiana in spring and sky in summer.
At sunset, Athena's eyes,
Five petals, earthly stars.