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Poem written by Em Meuller, used with permission from the author
I hack the kudzo clogging
the dead Kharmann Ghia,
blossom of my honeymoon.
Now its paint and rusted belly
mingle with saplings and if I
mow I mow around the old
beauty
otherwise I paint a
sign with permanent
pens on an old
shingle
stake it into the ground:
Butterfly Garden.