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  MaryAnn Bennett Rosberg Chicago, IL |
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Seeds After the Election Mid Fall, Tough time for seeds. The flowers have faded, fallen— Bees asleep in the cold. Fruits have been picked, are down, half rotting, becoming earth again. Seeds, battered, excreted slowly sink to the depths. Though the poles of the world are frozen, fire radiates from the earth-heart, certainizing germination in what has been buried. Seeds won’t give up eternity. |
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