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Torts

Torts

Painting of a small bouquet of purple violets on a beige background

I dried violets, roses and four-leaf clovers
in his textbook of torts, heavy press.
The lawyer was done with it.
I had no need to read it.
My wrongs were not illegal.
Decades later when I turned it in
to the second-hand store, impressions
of juiciness had faded, and brown
residues of luck and love mocked
the book and me who took so long to see
that a perfect book of torts is worth
less than one experienced.