Late tomorrow when the celebratory meal is finished and the new year is realized, which poem will greet you?
The one-word answer: "wait."
To each answer, a question. Thus, the larger question -- does she know what a poem is?
Returning to a one-word answer, "dubious."
Though the meal will contain blue cheese of this she is not dubious.
The flower vendor watched insects jump from her bouquets and seemed to hear a voice through tall trees, recalling the unfair length of winter nights, the wings of flies reflecting moonlight, and the fragrance of roses, aging.
The flower vendor watched insects jump from her bouquets
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the unfair length of winter nights, the wings of flies
reflecting moonlight, and the fragrance of roses, aging.