Gentle sunlight falls
Sharpening the foggy gray;
Softening the day.
Mechanical arms
Lift up the two large trash cans;
Robots have arrived.
Tiny blue asters
Grow among the goldenrod,
Unbidden by me.
Thousand unborn blooms
Still nestle in their mother,
Clinging for dear life.
Small mushroom tower,
Springing up at the road side,
Shaggy, white and proud.
Framed by the tall trees
Gray sky becomes a pallet--
Soft shifting painting.
From the dark forest--
Steady monotonous chirp;
(Bird or animal?)
"My feet are hurting;"
"Did I leave on distiller?"
(I turn and return.)
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