Three Sisters

Heedless of the calendar

three spirits emerged

into misty late November days.

The merciful gardener

learning of impending frost

clipped and slipped them

into a little crystal vase.

Saved, but do they miss

the homely chaos of the little city plot?

Miss leaves, birds, wind,

the cold mist and faint light of

an alley light?

Too late?

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