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Garden Wireless

HOW many feet ran with sunlight, water, and air?  
 
What little devils shaken of laughter, cramming their little ribs with chuckles,  
 
Fixed this lone red tulip, a woman’s mouth of passion kisses, a nun’s mouth of sweet thinking, here topping a straight line of green, a pillar stem?  
 
Who hurled this bomb of red caresses?—nodding balloon-film shooting its wireless every fraction of a second these June days:  
         Love me before I die;          
               Love me—love me now.

Cornhuskers. 1918.

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