These Little gods

I wish. I could remember. The name of these little gods. The ones. That choose to bloom. Late summer, not spring. That choice. Makes me celebrate. I do love a wild thing. They choose. To open in day. Close at night. But only they. Decide. When day or night. Is. I wish. I could remember. The name of these little gods. So that. Proper reverence could be paid.

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