by Dorothea Barth ©2011
Where feathered Pippin sleeps below
With St. Francis you stood guard
Near roses, plums, and redwoods
Dicentra of the bleeding heart
Your petals had all vanished
When Valentine arrived
What joy to see, by artful strokes
Your symmetry revived
Delicate Dicentra
You bleed and still you glow
The pain and rapture captured
A dance all lovers know
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