I'm sitting under a roof
of scattered tree limbs,
in a dusty, fenced in patch
of Tallahassee grass
with an abandoned ballet
bar on the left
miniature, faded yellow
chairs scattered by
some giant in a brief
fit of rage
and old gray-white pipe
flies: butter, fruit, red?
I think it's going to rain
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Shrill peep of an
orange beaked
bird (Cardinal!)
it nest-led
in a low hanging
branch
too close to childrens'
curious fingers
guarding, not ten
feet away
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sugar ants flock to ice cream
like little girls flocks to
low
hanging
branches.
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