Twenty-third Saturday

Fog is rain is fog.

Not yesterday’s crashing floods,

But not dry here yet.

Branch fell last winter.

Now, to reach maple, squirrel

Makes new, daring leap.

White, purple iris;

Cream foxglove; pink bleeding heart;

And a sea of mint.

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