Friday, May 11

Forty-One Is an Island

That real estate is prime
Real estate, she said, as
Stars fell from the sky some-
Where far north where
Once-tall mountains have
Migrated thousands of
Miles, grinding one another
To loam to walk among us.
Counted eighty-two blooms
So far, and that's just the
Irises out there in the front.


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