Cock echoes itself
Crowing from a faint distance
Across sun patches.
A lone butterfly
Shudders soft across the road--
Now a memory.
In dappled shadows
The stream burbles quietly;
Birds chirp, insects hum.
The broken fence slat
Portal to a world beyond.
Suddenly sounds cease.
Sitting in the shade
A cluster of white asters
Waiting for the sun.
Covered with thick moss
It glows in the morning sun.
Is it rock or wood?
On the shady side
There's time to think in the cool,
Time to stop longer.
Standing tall, erect,
Leafed layer on layer:
Green architecture.
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