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A Small Infidelity The stalk was knocked flat & the allium’s great lavender sphere kissed the dirt & in the aftermath the pendulous blossomed tip bobbed like a wand madly attempting to enchant — enchant — enchant. I wanted to believe that it happened to amuse me. Madly, with decreasing frequency. Then another stalk hit the ground in a motion too eccentric to be the wind. Okay, then. From where I stood at the basement window clearly nature had determined to show itself whimsical. Or something too delicious lived in there. Ants? The bird seemed to lack consequences. The bird seemed to explain everything. Surely something is wanted that will not supplicate under sparrowweight though for a moment it rested its body on a sphere of blossoms as he had wrested assumption from the lightness of her words.  ...

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