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If

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One cultivates

a garden of peculiars

“beyond reproach”

a plant like a half-

folded accordion,

a plant like a pale

rock, split in two

as if to ask,

“Where

is the original?”

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(and a few

self-starters

with their sharp

rocket-fin leaves.)

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You, husk-light,

forgetful,

with these

hollow bones,

this fly-away hair,

are you ready

for a new season?

If it’s just this:

nutmeg-flavored latte,

“pumpkin”