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Hydrangeas
(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Hydrangeas

Poem By Carl Sandburg

Dragoons, I tell you the white hydrangeas turn rust and go soon.
Already mid September a line of brown runs over them.
One sunset after another tracks the faces, the petals.
Waiting, they look over the fence for what way they go.

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