I'm afraid my red hibiscus
Has developed a black disease
While the yellow one not far away
Is flourishing and green
Purple flowers cover the yard
I let go with patches
Of matted grass and bare ground
Where nothing grew
Last night's storm broke
Summer's back what's left
Is just the dying
The cutting of it all down
The piling of it all up
And the emptiness shining
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