spring cultivates a kind heart

in my backyard,

there are blue jays,

robins and cardinals.

and doves that are

always making love.

trees grow higher than

the moon. mountain

streams are double-quick.

they will flow until

the summer solstice.

my well is deeper

than the well of joseph.

in my backyard,

a forest is being born,

creatures gallivant in

the shade. i pick the

shagbark timber i will

use the winter after

next. beyond that

i no longer will

be anxious for

tomorrow, or weep

for red roses that

don’t return. i

live only in the

crack of this

moment, for

a split second,

in my backyard

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