[first draft]
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Watching the gladiolas die
Each branch, straining away from the other
Like the handwriting of a psychotic.
Blossoms, closest to the vase, drooping first
Those furthest away spiking, like thorns do
Defying the spine-curling sigh.
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© Ruth Ann Scanzillo 7/23/17 All rights those of the author, whose name appears above this line. Be a good person.
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