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i dropped my words amongst the cabbages & romaine on saturday
and
then
it rained
one inch
one sleep
filled with lightening's thunder
as the words scurried under the marigolds for cover
boom boom
they should have tried the basil as the leaves are wider
but words are sometimes at a loss
i wish they would discover the lavender or
perhaps
the orchard
where some night creature delights in the serviceberry's new leaves
light chartreuse with a touch of green
real green
as if dipped in eternal spring
my words are evermore spring
waiting to be found
consumed by the emptiness of three o'clock in the afternoon
and
tumbled
towards
the
blue blue sky