Jacaranda seed pods on a cork board at the window.
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Under the jacaranda tree,
My scooter perches with others
Tilted in shaded comfort.
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Under this jacaranda tree
Dry seed pods scatter among flowers.
And the forgotten trash of the rush
Grows together until clearing day.
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My wire basket is heavy with flames.
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The utility of a dry and seedless fertility.
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Take flight with me before the downpour.
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