Plant 3

By Peggy Dobreer

To the trash grinder’s
labored growl and whorlI let them fall my hands
along silk carpet Iam orient flyer Alladin’s
child My palms begthis caress I am discard
crushing in the light ofknowing the value lessness that
could make this much heap

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