The Year in Two Voices
Monday, April 21, 2014
If I came upon my center now,
would we still recognize
one another?
The blazing white elderberry
dazzles the morning air
with so much gag-inducing
sweetness that even the honeysuckle
will no longer recognize it as kin.
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