Poetry · Writing

Lights & Trees

Early November they come out. Never one without the other. Like there was ever a doubt. They are basically brothers. Retriever them from their hideouts. Just ask your mother. They will stay out throughout. Honey go and get your grandmother. I can’t believe how fast they sprout. You will never find another.

 

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