Cars rush silently;
(It's near ninety degrees);
Leaves shake in the breeze.
Bug outside window
Flying back and forth and back;
Where is it going?
Basking in the sun:
Dead old log covered with green;
Life and death combine.
A long line of kids
Chattering down the road--
A journey! A trip!
Like a wild tundra
Plants climb over the borders--
It's Susan's backyard.
Woodpecker's tom tom
Beats its own hollow tattoo
From an unseen place.
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