White Dicentra

Lady-in-the bath, Durchman's Breeches,
Bleeding heart: you're burdened
with so many names.
None of them seem right.

I fill a vase, milk-white like you.
Come down in the night for tea
I find your heart-shaped diodes
sending out soft lunar light.

Gill McEvoy

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