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Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Who Has the Mirror?

Gray sky and green leaves;
The rain is about to fall;
Cars divide the air.
 
 Colors burst out bright
In the dim absence of sun;
Sparse forsythia.
 
They will be cut down
These tall purple intruders
Invading my lawn.
 
Dead forsythia
Next to dandelion bursts--
Cycle of yellow.
 
 
Animal faces
Peering out to look at me--
Who has the  mirror?
 
 Woodpecker pecking
Staccato beat behind me--
Between my shoulders.




Those fuzzy old heads:
First dandelions to bloom.
Now they'll fly away.



Around the old chair
Weeds, windows and reflections
Of the trees and sky.
 

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