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May 2019
Ivy stood
Around the door
The address clearly marked
In gold numbers and cursive,
1023 Oak Street,
The man in brown short pants
Noticed, imagined the tangled green vine reaching down as the yellow sun passed west growing right round the box and opening ,

No inhabitants of the two-story  Colonial came running.
He set the package down.  
Ivy seemed to try
To reach out.
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