First Line: DRAGOONS, I TELL YOU THE WHITE HYDRANGEAS Last Line: WAITING, THEY LOOK OVER THE FENCE FOR WHAT WAY THEY GO. Subject(s): HYDRANGEAS;
DRAGOONS, I tell you the white hydrangeas turn rust and go soon. Already mid September a line of brown runs over them. One sunset after another tracks the faces, the petals. Waiting, they look over the fence for what way they go.
