DUET
_i.m. Candice Ward_
She made seed hoppers
in her workshop in the attic
and every new moon
hired a cherry picker
to hang her latest from the apex
of a sexually mature alder
returning to write a love letter
which she tore in two
sending one half to the other side
of the earth, one week later
putting a match to hers so
that the other’s half would also burn
though she, like the alders, disliking
summer heat, went north each June
the evenings easier to bear
as she walked in the cool of the day
male catkins relaying their restless drifts.
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