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MILKWEED



Milkweed 

Only the ditch
holds the milkweed upright,
stalks locked in rigid white columns

leaves testing the air—
lifting, lowering,

tight nodes of clenched flowers
waiting for the yellow-black migration.

The secretions thicken:
pods swell,
harden under the heat

coming apart,
dark seeds pushing outward
trailing thin, pale filaments-

until the field is full of drifting bodies—
light, persistent, moving—
close to the ground

until they are gone
and
the ditch is bare.


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  1. Brandon Mecella Carey Walker Avatar

    Beautifully written poem 🫰🏾🫰🏾🫰🏾

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