it is addressed thusly:
A vision.
it reads:
The steelgray shimmer
of the reservoir out of winter
Into green the leaning trees
Find with time their ease
And my car driving by
Has let the purple fly.

The rolling old road
Line-faded in morse code
In the evening of the day
But my eyes for certain
See but the purple curtain.

Dun-streaked fallow fields
Await furrow for their yields
Redbud and dogwood muster
A strawberry-creme bluster
But over and over my mind
It is the purple-time.

Black draws soon like a haze
Topsy turvy sun's declining rays
Lazarus rising for a season
Another year we've been leasing
Then sudden as a rope's slack
The purple turns to black.

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