NATURE Poem: INVENTORY, by Meg Woodrich

leaning coneflowers (a little phallic)
overgrow their jurisdictions
compete with jagged orangey penstemons
maiden grass. meek yellow columbines
sidestep through the mulch, brush with
something white in bunches that the bees like

but the asters i cannot describe
the bunnies munch them to stalk
i tell myself i don’t mind
but

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