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JAY HOPLER


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A COMBUSTION OF PLUM BLOSSOMS

When the moon’s white push unplumbs the sunflower,
The yellow mums behind the summerhouse disappear
In a combustion of plum blossoms.
Too bad I’m not a lover of plum blossoms.
Such a rowdy hallelujah is wasted
On me. Even so, I do not think it would be such a bad thing, disappearing
In a combustion of plum blossoms.
It would be better than staying in this summerhouse
With nothing to keep me company
But those yellow mums and plum blossoms.
That crooked sunflower. And that moon.
That pushy moon.