Thistle

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A thistle shot up
between the stonewall and road,
and I awaited its peak,
So close!
Those purple blooms,
I kept returning to its rooted home,
But yesterday it wasn’t there.
Some weedwacker wacked it through
I supposed,
Looking at the trimmed edge.
Such a long anticipated prime,
I almost went again today.

-Mrs. K.T. Cooper Jr.

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