BLOG NUMBER SIXTY-SEVEN: ON THE HATE DAY OF CHRISTMAS...

steven holding
Jan 1
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PLANTPOT by Steven Holding.

Sinsemilla seed. Weed, cultivated. Displayed.

Precariously left upon a window ledge. Displaced.

Flora falls for four floors, granite impact shattering its glazed vase. Passing cop clocks the contraband, picks it up.

Later, shaking down a longhair, lawman’s disappointed the beatniks got empty pockets.

Hippy’s cuffed.

They say it’s his stuff.

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