Sun bright through the trees
Shimmer on the Queen Anne's Lace here;
My garden of weeds.
A humming some place;
Soothing mechanical sound;
Then, monotony.
What are they eating
With bovine intensity?
Some luscious dead leaves.
Silhouetted crow
Watches with his bird's eye view.
Then he flies away.
Not here yesterday;
Today, a field of mushrooms;
Abracadabra!
Son swings--father kneels;
Each in his own universe
And yet together.
Crab apples hanging;
No one will ever eat them--
They just drop and rot.
Orange below green:
Single tree in two seasons.
The bending of time.
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