SUNFLOWERS
May 06, 2021
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Poem by Holly Kybett Smith
Illustration by Scott Wilson
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We used to racewould plant the seeds finger-deep in rich black mudwould crush egg-shells and scatter them roundthe burgeoning shoots (mine nought-point-five inches taller)to deter the mouthing slugs, to keep the flowers lonelykeep them whole.
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