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Just Then

..just then It was just there, a few weeks ago, When the Sun was high; Nestled with Fleabane; Pillowed in Stitchwort. Barely fern-like and feathery, just new, A small Astilbe, from somewhere. Growing was newer, just then, Hinting boundlessness, endlessness; Stirring in Bindweed; Rising in Buttercups. This slanting-orange morning, just now, Spade in hand to save the Astilbe, I find it gone; Taken by Redroot, Fallowed by Sorrel. Barely reddish, silent, nubile green, just new, The small Astilbe from somewhere, now gone! I guess it was a moment’s treasure, just then. Like oblique light upon the wood, just now. Or parched Cocklebur, Or withered Hop.

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