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Butterfly weed

By Norma Farber / October 18, 1982

In season silently, out of the slender upstanding pods, the finely pubescent follicle minarets tapering greenly aloft in fall when turrets discolor to gaping verdigris: butterfly weeds of oval umber body winged with circular white floss, layer on layer leave their dehiscent muezzin porch for meccas of distant fields and roadsides where in time a-fire they rise and arrange air with an orange umbel, wearing such bright coronas of aureole summer they bear a numerous glory far into hallowed places from Maine to Minnesota, Florida to Mexico.

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