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in the dooryard, lank and sweet, arch their petal's backs into the sun's sweat, into wave after wave of the wind's stroke, blown in from the neighbor's yard where a cat dragged herself to die. The iris arch and ask What else to do, twisting the tips of their breasts into the question. …