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Let’s cast a sweeping look across this Apple Isle and see in a valley, little known to the mainland, a garden gnarled like old man’s hands behind a crumbling house of red and ochre brick.
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I have been mother
to a hundred soldiers,
holding their hands
barely knowing
their names
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“What would you get? What should you give a lady who’s one hundred for her birthday?”
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Even though it was late November, it still bloomed. Extravagantly. Obviously it had no shame, obviously it reveled in its own beauty.
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I tickled grass. I wanted to
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The blooms are practical/
and cannot see themselves
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Posit butterflies/
as evidence of heavenly design.
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