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These hearts-on-strings
of the tenderest green
things that rise
from dirt,
then fall
toward the floor,
hang
in
the air
like—hearts-
on-strings of the tenderest
green things—
they rise from dirt
then fall toward
the floor,
hanging in
the air like—these
hearts-on-strings of the
tenderest green things,
rising
from dirt then falling
toward the floor,
hanging
in the air like
Peter Cole, “August”