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the last buttercup  (  pucrettub tsal eht  )

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the last buttercup

slipped through the fingers


of autumn in spore

& into the winter


a swish in a swell

a ghost of the yellow


alone in the snow

the fruits of an echo


a shard of a star

so here - on the clearing


a gathering mass

of school trips & pilgrims


the last buttercup

slipped through the fingers


& lived for six hundred

trillion years


( ? )

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