Enamor

/ Arambler

These northern potholes could be
sculptural—but no.  Wild ginger

in her hair, no one’s going to tell
her fest is not

a word. Rain
won’t dissolve

the definition. She’ll know by scent
when to pause, take cover, push on.

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