has already blown this burg
when it get to triple digits
but I sit here and resist it
just to watch the hollyhock expire
in a denouement of poses
like someone on fire
actually five stalks like roses
who stare at me kindly
like martyrs on a pyre
I too am fire
and repeat myself
each flame a flower
and send forth my wail
in the burning hour
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