Diana’s
Grandmother, at the Wooden
Shoe
Tulip Festival in Woodburn, Oregon,
stands by the pink
tractor
in the middle of
Princess Irenes.
Says, some got pink
in their hearts,
says, forgive the dog!
he likes to run
around and make
a mess of things.
Says, it’s like God had
a box of crayons and nothing
better to do, and see
here, if
you suffer
the beauty of just one
flower, you’ll know
the whole field,
asks, which one is your favorite?