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Friday Poem — by Thom Gunn

Nasturtium Born in a sour waste lot You labored up to light, Bunching what strength you’d got And running out of sight Through a knot-hole at last, To come forth into sun As if without a past, Done with it, re-begun. Now street-side of the fence You take a few green turns, Nimble in nonchalance…

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