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Green fins fluttering, finicky,
A huckleberry rides the storm.
The foliage reminds of a, silver dollar given to me by my
Long dead grandfather,
His stench of stale cigarettes
Crowding my mind with memory.
But for now the huckleberry is
Just a part of the greater scheme,
Safe from life’s bitter scrutiny.