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  • The radio says rain
    and gusts and hail and cloud and sun;

    between that all, work to be done
    harvest last fruit; raspberries in November?
    Abyssinians to be saved; gathered gladioli won’t survive the frost

    bury a treasure
    of tulips, drumsticks, bluebells
    for a springtime chromatic melody

    (digestive doubloons for marauding pirate pheasants)

    Grey cracks open blue
    accumulated cumulus huddled like street-corner boys
    Scatter for a charismatic sun

    Amongst the composting shadows
    the garden guardian forecasts changeable :
    flux, the only constant
    impermanence, the only given
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