red berries for black bears
hot pink sweet peas feeding bees
listening to a string quartet
rustling in the brush
chaotic in dry creek beds
silence cool air.
wild grapes twining
white lace
a man with hand weights,
sweating while
church bells peal amongst
fire engine sirens.
airplanes bring me back to earth.
bee (balm for the soul)
prehistoric grasses
no one walks anymore.
whirring, humming, singing,
huffing, puffing, pausing
for silence of red berries
for black bears in
shadows, rustling.
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