So strange is this opposition,

a contrasting coalition.

Though they go their own way,

they are a part of this play.

When I can finally bear

to stroll about this land.

The green regrows the fair.

Now I can understand.

Didn't plan,

didn't plant,

went with what was there.

Basked in the sun,

spontaneity and fun,

a moment with no care.

When we were young

we flowed

like water,

where it begins.

Catapulting

over rocks,

forcing our way.

Who’s on first?

Yes.

Part of every transaction,

the meet-and-greeter,

diplomat of diamonds.

Contempt behind

the smiling faces.

Full-body facade,

fake embraces.

Doo-eee

doo-eee

doo, doo, doo, doo.

Yes, I see you Mrs. Cardinal,

and no, I’m all out of suet.

Being polite to another being.

Being kind without even seeing;

The grass is always greener

somewhere else.

Never fear,

thirteen is here.

You don’t understand

Prime numbers are grand.

“Who died today?”

The choice isn’t ours.

We don’t have a say.

It may be dappled,

but it’s shade.

We now can follow

the plans we’ve made.

Blooms for one day

twenty-four hours;

How can there be such an incredulous variety,

‘tween all the shapes of this verdant society?

As one they fly

where once they were standing.

Redbud revisited in a word puzzle.

The stories he told

with hatch-marks so bold.

He lived a creative existence.

A pile of feathers,

what does it mean?

What happened here

in this curious scene?

Isosceles spikes

showing rain-forest hues

will careen into green

with chlorophyll use.