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I was gone for four days
and meanwhile the rabbit brush
in the yard have gone gold. 
It’s like how my child
was just here on my lap 
reading about Aslan
and Skippyjon Jones,
and now she’s across the country
reading Plato and Marcus Aurelius.
What is that scent in the air? 
Complex and heavy, 
both pungent and sweet,
the scent of how a season
seems to change in an instant,
when all along, the change 
was here. Even now, I can 
feel it on my bare arms, 
the clean cold touch of winter. 
It’s not even pretending to hide. 

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Sometimes in spring

I forget it is ever

not spring, forget

that there will be a time

without hummingbirds

and the raucous call

of the geese. These lilacs

and their purple scent

are forever. Forever

is this deep green field.

I almost resent

the voice that writes this poem,

the part that notices how already

the apples have gone

from ecstatic white bloom

to small hard fruit.

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