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Taking Maryanne to Lunch
and a Flower Shop on a July Day
by Bruce Jewett
Walking back from your office
and returning to my pick-up truck
I crank windows shut and sit there
in this heat, looking where you sat.
I breathe in sweetpeas, daisies;
breathe in your voice and look
unfolding me now with petrichor
left by rains long in the making.