red-orange flames,
breeze across the zinnias
thick with summer scent
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Songs in the quiet places,
the in-between spaces, Continue reading
No matter how gorgeous the path,
eventually I come to the end. Continue reading
crowded banks of daisies
drowse and nod,
smiling
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cheek by jowl
close at hand
neck and neck
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a daisy at noon,
opens a spiraling path
to the heart
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waterfall murmurs
a poem of golden light,
celebrating labor
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Summer is
a meandering path,
mowed green,
leaf music,
birdsong bursts,
shade on a hot day,
flowers nodding. Continue reading
sunshine after rain,
even the flowers
have wings
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Two weeks of warm, squashy, beating-heart silence,
trapped in an ever-shrinking space, unable to stand or stretch,
until finally I figure out what that egg tooth is for,
peck-peck-pecking until CRACK, the light pours in,
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