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Catkins from the hop-hornbeam tree
cover the car like green worms.
I just had it washed
[the car, not the tree]..
But inside
[the car, not the tree],
it still smells of lemons
and scrubbed vinyl.
But even at this time, especially at this time,
I enjoy sitting under it
[the tree, not the car].
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