Out of the dry leaves
Blue and white flowers emerge.
(Don't know what they are.)
With busy flutter
Bird races from the feeder
Only to return.
It's a busy tree
Clattering with busy kids--
Swinging, talking, still.
In shade near the road
Many blue flowers spring up;
(They know that it's Spring).
On the broken fence
Discarded plastic cup leans
In empty support.
Catching the sunshine
Cluster of dandelions
Throws it back again.
Shadows on the road;
Mottled shadows in the woods--
Just the sky is free.
Rock in my sandal
(Tiny pebble to be sure)
Demands attention.
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