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| | Poetry X » Poetry Archives » C. Dale Young » "Broughtonia" |
 | | in memory of F.C. who died of AIDS complications But there under the dark eaves of rain forest, we found Broughtonia, its crimson petals aflame, its yellow throat, veins hinting purple, rising to a sanguine corolla surrounded by sepals as crinkled as mourning crepe. |
 | | We followed a path lengthened slash by slash, the islanders swinging machetes in front of us. |
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