Easing

Sticks twisted.
brown and tan.
among bundles
of the same.
A sea of peach
beyond them,
and a symbol
of a name.

But, in the forefront,
soft and white,
small flowers,
sit and gaze.
Watching
as I come and go,
to help comfort
my malaise.

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