goodbye to Sunday
and its musty mood
now a puddle at my feet
piles of mulch that have
floated from the hedge rows
leave the aphids
and the spittlebugs
scurrying naked in
the landscape
through the pines
like a laser through the
eye of a needle
comes a thin stream of
sunlight
a reminder of its strength
a gust blows the pines
and the streams come
abundantly
from all angles
from all directions
the beauty is overwhelming
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