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Gooseberry
by Bri Fischella
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When the cottonwoods
and Gooseberrys
were born
the roses were there.
The stream cold
and babbling
untouched by
a blazing sun.
Cool
The Minor’s Lettuce
blooms at its
base.
The water singing
to the nymphs.
In the thicket of roses
I was there
with the
Gooseberries
and the nymphs
I made sacrifices
of collected
Daisies on
fallen trees
and left.
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Drawing by Sandra Rodriguez
Painting by Sophie Holin
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