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The Price Of Beauty

Chinese Lanterns
Physalis alkekengi bright
orange shine
arranged in my mother’s handmade
vase deep pine green,
next to the bed, first and last
sight each autumn day
Oh, the farm wife tells me
they grow like weeds.
She bundles strands, fastens with
a battered red twist-tie and sells them
75 cents a bunch.

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