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Oh then, a wreath! Let’s

refresh something they

used to write well of.

Two fern plumes. Strip them

to the mid-rib along one side.

Bind the tips with a grass stem.

Bend and intertwist the stalks

at the back. So!

Ah! now we are crowned!

Now we are a poet!

Quickly!

A bunch of little flowers

for Flossie⁠—the little ones

only:

a red clover, one

blue heal-all, a sprig of

bone-set, one primrose,

a head of Indian tobacco, this

magenta speck and this

little lavender!

Home now, my mind!⁠—

Sonny’s arms are icy, I tell you⁠—

and have breakfast!