Thursday, November 14, 2002 AD A Poem I Wrote Last Year Preposterous pink petunia
pokes up its head
in a flowerbox dead
since July’s drought
and September’s tearing out
by an impatient busybody.
It is November.
This fruit’s beyond reason—
a grace quite ridiculously
borne out of season. Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 11/14/2002 08:24:00 PM
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