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Harmless Regrets (42)
The Osage orange has been Losing its mind, Throwing brain-shaped fruits At passing cars, Painting the asphalt chartreuse. It happens each autumn, Days of harmless regrets— Gardens unplanted, mornings missed, Summer stored in sweater drawers. Along the lane, On a gate post, A squirrel has hung a walnut Hull, neatly as a cap