Is it Spring or Fall?
Perhaps it's that middle state
Of green flourishing.
Perhaps it's that middle state
Of green flourishing.
That plant on the porch,
No longer indoor flora;
Jack in the bean stalk?
Web on the Buddha;
He's deep in meditation;
(So is the spider.)
Four full flower pots
Stand like solders on the wall--
Ready! Attention!
This tree shadowed road;
This dappled play of sunshine;
This breeze whisperer.
Silence of the road
Broken by hollow ringing
Of distant wood chimes.
The tall slender plant
Stands in a circle of sun:
Spotlight from the sky.
Useless all summer;
Now it has meaning again:
"School Bus Turn Ahead."
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