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Wendy Crumpler

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A Poem

Blossoms fall
that fruit may ripen
Loveliness gives way
for something more substantial
that too
     will fall
          or fade
               or flow through some dark passage
into winter
Each bud a promise of that terrible beauty
the river of time
Transforming everything
bringing summer

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