Liquidambar, sweet gum, you are still green,
you have forgotten it’s 18 days since Solstice.
Tomorrow brings the full wolf moon to howl
at your fruit, brown and prickly on the ground.
Old Town homeless will park in doorways,
hide their ears from your midnight rustle.

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