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Northwest Plants and Flowers - Michael Dylan Welch 

vine maples—

as the trail straightens

we fall into step


a white birch

cut for the winter—

storm windows on the cabin


English hawthorn leaves

rub against my arm—

a ladybug in your hair


feeling romantic

under the pin oaks

by myself


red chokeberry

in the overpass shadow

crumpled lotto ticket


black chokeberry

for sale at the nursery

we leave with nothing


purple chokeberry

the skywriter’s writing



California wax myrtle

that neighbour girl

who was mean to me


purpleleaf ninebark

how does she know

how much sun I need?


the alpine water fern

catches my attention

when the snake has gone


wilted deer fern clipping

an interracial kiss

on TV


as far as I can see

in the undergrowth

Japanese tassel fern


a long putt for par

out of soft shield fern

the jet contrail gone


evergold sedge

I forget which way

we came on the trail


yellow fawn lily

a stone on the trail

not from here


snowy woodrush

the gravel foundry ruins

now a golf course


my hand touches

greater woodrush

cricket chorus


poached egg plant

she tells me in her garden

isn’t a food


planting serviceberry

the park ranger

talking to herself

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