Bright sun, cool breeze
Birds on the wing.
Feet, you paying attention?
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Bright sun, cool breeze
Birds on the wing.
Feet, you paying attention?
After the rain
A sun-stranded worm
Like a question mark
April hailstorm
My fragile garden
Laughs it off
Leaves are popping
Alarm clocks buzzing
Let’s give it one more shot
In spring, my mother
would send us to the park
to pick linden flowers for tea.
Today, sitting in the shade,
I thought I heard her calling,
but it was only a breeze.