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Alder’s spring leafs glowing
Pale green and fresh
Curtains thin enough to see light through
Three flies sit on an abandoned picnic table
Dreaming of ancient feasts
Their forefathers once knew.
A robin stands guide
Watching me write about him
Wonder if he cares.
The bar
Six ants with mandibles
Jerk an earwig in a strange dance
Waltzing her to bed