Napowrimo Day 8: Flower Poem

Hops are the guy in the middle

Of the street as you drive home,

A little buzzed. He stumbles back

To the sidewalk and you smile

In silent affinity with him.

 

Hops are a cousin of cannibus.

Hops are a climbing plant.

First the Germans cultivated them.

Somehow all these things

make sense.

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