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walking
down the path
the crunch of snow
the feeling of forever
frozen
like a deer in the distance
watching
already the icicles are dripping
and it is green again
the first flowers open up
a butterfly appears
and reappears
baby birds high in the tree
waiting
the seed low in the ground
growing wild hair
in a garden square
there are no lines
a bridge over water
lily pads and swans
buzzing bees and chirping crickets
ants and gnats, flies and fleas
ticks
the oceans are warming
sand is turning
it’s busy on the street
under the shade of a tree
time slows
the leaves are yellow
like the moon
a restless rustle in the wind
side-step the puddle
up the way
there’s a little bird standing in the sunlight
its small head raised
still as a statue
like a prayer
then it feels my stare
in a glance
gone
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