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Thursday, June 01, 2017

Only Its Mirror

A carpet of green
Flows from the lawn to the trees
Lit by the sunshine.

The sun hides its face
For a brief second or two;
(For eternity.)

Rhododendron bloom
Has fallen far to the ground
Where it still glows pink.

With its green neighbors
The dead dull brown fir tree stands:
Life/death side by side.

Only its mirror
Shines under thick foliage
To show the swift stream.

A burst of sunshine
And the road becomes shadows
That flash through the woods.

Between mailboxes
The young sapling has flourished.
(Will it topple them?)

Drifting through the sky
With a look of wonderment,
Slowly dissolving.

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