Looks like Milkweed? Reminds me of a James Wright poem:
MILKWEED
. . . I look down now. It is all changed. / Whatever it was I lost, whatever I wept for / Was a wild, gentle thing, the small dark eyes / Loving me in secret. / It is here. At a touch of my hand, / The air fills with delicate creatures / From the other world. (James Wright)
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Looks like Milkweed? Reminds me of a James Wright poem:
MILKWEED
. . . I look down now. It is all changed. /
Whatever it was I lost, whatever I wept for /
Was a wild, gentle thing, the small dark eyes /
Loving me in secret. /
It is here. At a touch of my hand, /
The air fills with delicate creatures /
From the other world. (James Wright)
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