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Meet me in the Glass House
the heat is rising radical
I know you feel it
tissue-thin
your veins sunlit
in tender sin
I know you feel botanical.

Meet me in the Glass House
no need to talk
the riot has begun
blazes of fruiting stalks
and canopies call
in fragrant explosion
secret petals…

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Anna Murzyn

Anna Murzyn

Wearer of many hats; private poet, parent in parentheses, perpetual nerd.