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A Rondel

The hibiscus are calling you home
beyond the hurt, beyond the tangled
cords that locked your words in tones
I couldn’t hear, in cells that mangled.

How I wish I could have known
and seen your soul differently angled.
The hibiscus are calling you home
beyond the hurt, beyond the tangled

floating gardens specially grown
by the lords of Xochimilco are spangled
with your name, no more fear to jangle
or confuse. My love accompanies this poem;
the hibiscus are calling you home.

~~~

© Elaine Stirling, 2014