It's a sense of decorum causes us
to divide the vegetables
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Left to right right to left
she rubs her nose.
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Away from home and other bteeth
wsill eat my tomatoes.
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Almost the white of the oleander
just a hint
of green but nonetheless
becomes invisible
when it folds its wings.
Something here, I guess
it guesses, would eat
a butterfly.
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A scant rain, discrete drops, a hammer-blow
to a hummingbird.
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The second generation of flowers on my night-blooming cereus
wait for dark, a flower a night,
and between its ridges tiny snails
suck for nutriment.
Mark Weiss, San Diego, July 30th.
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