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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”