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The first trilliums of spring
Emerge in another country
(Not in China where I live)
Where they never stumble
And so have no place to fall
Everyday displaying their beauty
Just like some women I’ve known
But (also) a small white flower
Lives in the big thickets of us
Quietly brushing the bees away
And apart from where we live
There are really no places to fall.
© 2016 Rob Schackne
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