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Aug 2020
you beg me
to write about
the sky and the grass
or better yet amber waves
of grain

the best i can do to
accommodate you
is paint the sunflowers
at the highway's edge

but not the ones on the
median
for some reason they seem
to have lost their luster

Whit Howland © 2020
The things we say when we talk to ourselves. An original.
Whit Howland
Written by
Whit Howland
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