unable to fade,
here in drawn glass
blue morning glories
a bright young voice
“this one is real–
it has to be!”
New England asters:
the dust of an autumn
roadside
she comes for a look,
Pekingese under her arm–
both a little bored
a botany student
carefully noting down
all the scientific names
an evening moth
visits the bachelors-button
forever
Miriam's Well: Poetry, Land Art, and Beyond 
I remember being disappointed because they were so real–I think I had something more Chihuly-esque in my head, more fae. i think I was young and dumb in some ways.
Well, I remember that you were young…