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I stopped the car / to let the children down / where the streets end / in the sun / at the marsh edge / and the reeds begin / and there are small houses / facing the reeds / and the blue mist / in the distance / with grapevine trellises / with grape clusters / small as strawberries / on the vines / and ditches / running springwater / that continue the gutters / with willows over them.
The reeds begin / like water at a shore / their pointed petals waving / dark green and light.
But blueflags are blossoming / in the reeds / which the children pluck / chattering in the reeds / high over their heads / which they part / with bare arms to appear / with fists of flowers / till in the air / there comes the smell / of calamus / from wet, gummy stalks.