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Around the Bend, Wildflowers.

They gather and grow

Together all year, here.

But come October,

They blaze.


New England Aster,

Meadow Rue and


Keeping company with



and Foxtail.

They are on display down

the road from me

On purpose, I think.

And at just the right time,

Fall clouds block the sun,

Winter wind makes

Brittle the leaves.

Entangled, they are,

But free.

They are delightful,

And they have delighted me.

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