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Main Street Nursery
They quiver
with the motion of her hand
and she calls them pretty.
No one comes
here without joy.
Fiber filagree adds color
miracles. Needy, pretty,
drizzled. Shivering.
as she moves them.
The women tote
them, arranging and
mixing them in the sun.
Life is in whispers,
lighter than gauze,
the shuffle of breath,
the brush of tooth on lip.
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