Spring '13 TOC
A lone butterfly scampers across the landscape,
Three trees left, two trees right,
Shadowing a path of lawn between, around, before and after,
One daisy sprouting fully opened,
Fallen leaves, dried and inanimate,
Scattered like the dust they will become;
A fence delineates fields not in use,
Chain links format a garden,
There to grow nature and to keep nature out
All at once;
What's being cultivated, I don't know,
Containers for garbage, compost, water
Not catching everything
People less.
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