"Small Song: Weathering"
One last wisteria raceme,
faded and torn, resists
dissolution in heavy rain.
Sometimes, even slimmest stems
. . . . . . . . . hold.
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"Small Song: Weathering"
One last wisteria raceme,
faded and torn, resists
dissolution in heavy rain.
Sometimes, even slimmest stems
. . . . . . . . . hold.
"Poetry is not a code to be broken but a way of seeing with the eyes shut." -- Linda Pastan
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