Wild free for all:
Blue, white and purple flowers
Spray on my front lawn.
Rustle in the bush--
Beyond, a car rushes past.
Quiet late Spring morn.
The faceless black sign
Conceals all of its meaning
In complete silence.
Swing, ladder and chairs
Speak more loudly than if full:
Absence is presence.
Shadows in shadow:
Street sign becomes hieroglyph
From an unknown land.
Shadows touch the woods,
And play upon the roadside--
The world is dappled.
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