And after the deluge
One fritillary returns
She wonders if the eggs she laid
Before the storm survived
As if she had an endless supply
As if this was all I had to do
Was keep her diary of woe
And wistfulness while she
Plants useful living seeds
On the stems of dying leaves
As she asked me
I have written it down
Whatever else happens
She had a clear plan
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