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Briefcase
Your briefcase sits beside the water can
(long dry memento of ivy, coleus,
and more exotic plants which perished
under your patient, watchful care.)
Not good at growing greenery,
on paper you construct imaginary jungles,
weep watery tears when they wither
beneath your critical eye.
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