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A Daughter Unguarded

Dust grows thick on towers of books

left by absence ,

now untouched.

 

Faded titles hint of

eastern forests,

woody plants,

herbal lore,

their bindings cracked and taped.

 

He schooled me in defenses of the flora;

itch of poison ivy

pucker of green persimmon

pain of stinging nettles.

 

Now, will I fall victim,

unaware of dangers all about me,

weaving garlands out of hemlock

wearing nightshade

as a crown ?

 

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