fragrant in the best of times
now hang limp and dry
beneath the golden Japanese maple
I haven't watered in weeks
counting on the late Autumn
rain that has not fallen
day after day of gentle warm weather
greeted by those who worship
Apollo unaware that he will force you to abandon your wild dreams
drain the wine from the flasks
and leave you tossing on your bed
unwashed and thirsting for
one sparkling shard of ice
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