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Nov 2016
Nothing remains,
not  one  rhizome,
stem, or hairy root

travels, shoots, or buries
itself during barren  fall;
only  impending winter

resides in my garden
this unpredictable season,
and it is waiting for spring.
Doug Potter
Written by
Doug Potter  Iowa
(Iowa)   
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