Gaslighting me, this Spring the trellis hosts
wisteria of white, where purple bloomed
three years ago. They dangle like the ghosts
of plants I bought from experts who assumed
the petals would be lilac on my posts
and lattices. But this is white-costumed.
Although the blossoms cause me no anxiety,
I’m sure I didn’t buy the white variety.

(Ottava Rima)

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