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This palm has laid aside its wrent armor, like the stages

of a rocket that rides its fiery calyx

that falls more and more

open as it dries, becomes thorny

to protect the seeds of the flower that itself drops

out of the sky—to lie unnoticed

as refuse collected next to a red curb.

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