Outside the window
Immense fern plant is growing.
Presence of the past.
Before I go out
Celtic music is playing--
Mellows the sunshine.
The darkened footpath
Remembers yesterday's rain;
The daisies do not.
The purple flowers
Sucked dry by the happy bee;
Pond frog goes "Bo-eenk"
A roadside tippler--
Sans drinker; sans cup; sans toutes
Except straw and lid.
Gray clouds have moved in
Without knocking or calling;
Such rude intrusion.
Red eft on the road
Sitting there without a motion;
Does he know of cars?
Sitting there without a motion;
Does he know of cars?
Fallen white petals
Sprinkled under the flowers;
Wind will set them free.
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