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Nov 2020
there are tended
trailing roses in the gardens
but the herbs stand ready by the road.

braiding buds of undefined hue
through buttonholes, in plaits,
praying woody sprigs between the palms.

from this sidewalk bounty
they take the morning
in a litany of scents.
Anne M
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