Dirty windows shine
In the blur of morning sun.
Snow still on my porch.
Lady cardinal flees
As soon as I move my head.
What constant tension!
My friend Collette comes,
Scratches herself on the fence
And licks me "hello".
Sharp pond reflections
As clear as that which they reflect--
Give two worlds in one.
On this mixed cloud day
Birds are singing from all sides
Each with their own song.
Myriad thin lines
Etched in the ancient tree stump
A century old.
Trees don't stand a chance--
Tall trees, short men, and sharp saws.
Forest is buzzing.
Sprung from the same root
These trees have grown together.
Now, triplets in death.
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