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Flowers on the Wall
Here, an Eagle pair
canoodling on the beach at Lillian's.
I would have missed that,
She pointed them out
from her perch on the mower
While I was scooping Seaweed for the garden.
Beauty! Nature unfolding in beams of evening sunlight blessed.
Reality rearranges itself
like the tides flowing in and out.
Full, and then empty,
over and over
and over again.
Watching the unravelling of dreams.
Trying not to judge
As we all lie in the beds we've made.
Mine is feathers with a cat.
This is my bed, and I lie in it.
Counting flowers on the wall...
Last Summer's detritus falls like rain around me.
The air is full of feathers and dried onion flowers.
Black feathers, Eagle and Crow,
Onion flowers dried to a snowflake pattern.
The bed is made, I lie in it.