Has taken on a slightly
Metaphysical patina
All the allegories I mean aloes
Bloomed and were gone
In just three days
And conscience I mean
The variegated Bishop’s Weed
Hints I might have killed
The orange tree which
Is dying from the center
Plants are moral creatures
After all like the mountains
Where they surprised us one spring
Hillsides full of blazing wildflowers
What we had once been
And would be again
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