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Philodendron
Philodendron
Nothing was more of a tangerine hue
Than the lowlight of Manitoba this morning
The Winnipeg River calmed at the foot
Of its rapids and roaring
Kaylee never emerged from her tent
to see new shades
Or the vining philodendrons’ hearts
Curl and take shape
Sunday 12th September 2021 1:55 pm
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