resurrecting false blue indigo
false blue clouds hang over
from day before
blotting out an anxious sun
adding worries to an already
dramatically murderous summer
it was the year nothing bloomed
as world wars waged on
but the vegetables we grew
and harvested (underneath the radar)
were more than completely edible
but keeping it secret
played out to be impossible
august two thousand seventeen
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