­Sonnet №23. The Hostas

Hostas are a gift; they grow in dark, they grow in light. They grow damp, they grow dry. The grow tall and wide, they flower and die back. And if you look closely, there is a little rainforest community living under each one.

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DStan58 is a teacher, a writer, a dad, a voice-over actor and poet. He's a melanoma survivor and a pulmonary embolism survivor. He's bringing sonnets back,

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