Ashton Howe

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How lush the world is, how full of things that don’t belong to me— I watch the blossoms shatter, no longer pink, but old, old, a yellowish white— the petals seem to float on the bright grass, fluttering slightly.
Poems 1962-2012 (Los Angeles Times Book Award: Poetry)
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