It’s lupine season at our local lighthouse,
And their lemony stalks are everywhere,
Lining the walkways and framing the vistas
With their delicate scent.
I’ve never been a big fan of yellow,
But yellow roses and yellow lupines
Make my heart sing
Even as the harsher golden shades
Of the ubiquitous scotch broom
Make me grit my teeth and grumble.
What is it about us humans
That always wants to say
That I like this, but not that?
Why must we always divide the world?
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