Spring again. Yellow
wreck of acacia, low-slung
branches, rain-heavy,
wind-whipped,
hitting the car roof
on our way out;
wreck of acacia, low-slung
branches, rain-heavy,
wind-whipped,
hitting the car roof
on our way out;
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