St. orm (for bp)

I called it yarrow but that's not right. Half of the plant broken off, the other half flattened, yet flowers I call peonies (I know they're not sweet peas) huddled in small groups three feet away unharmed. As if an out-of-control boy or girl fell through, the fence sharing the blow. People who know me say for real! That was the form of the other night. We knew it would happen.