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Day 22- 10.8.20

Seasonal visitor


Theres a grass, or rather a weed

that grows along the sidewalks each October. It looks like felt, like deep green felt

covered in a thin film of pale, cotton fuzz—

as if a crafty individual actually took the time

to staple each and every leaf

into the pebbly brush. A brave thing, to bloom

at summer’s end,

with the frigid, still days

just around the bend.

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