kipling
nutella on my index finger a part of it dissolves easily another requires more sucking...the infant freud cigar
| slight wind lots of nods from the daffodils |
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| sunflower shells bluejay keeps taking one at a time to a limb |
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| robin hops three times lifts its head i see one eye |
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| rain under the cherry trees laughing |
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| rainclouds at the horizon a sliver of sun |
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| in the night the sound of car tires against the distant road |
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| the blooms of the cherry tree some fallen some not |
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| the smell of burnt toast from the house next door |
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| next to the window screen the movement of the cat's ears birdsong |
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| the cardinal's voice another in a long line of dreams |
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| the moth's wings on the other side of the window |
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| a small black ant - the top step still creaks |
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| some magnolia petals, curved, with only their bottoms in a puddle |
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| on the walk a few washed out worms in puddles |
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| for all my worrying magnolia petals |
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| last night's rain bejewels the rose stems |
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| evening expresso i forget the shriveled daffodils by the side of the road |
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| scratching this sleepy body the drizzling rain |
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| puddles of rain the dogwood flowers are starting to open |
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