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Apr 2015
She holds the watering can in hand
too late for dried wispy dandelions
swaying in the slight breeze
seed pods gnawed by nature.

Loosened tendrils float slowly
through thick humid air
memories and dreams of spring
long beyond her clutching grasp.
Lillian Hallberg
Written by
Lillian Hallberg  Boston
(Boston)   
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     Jamie King
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