Sights, sounds, smells - POEMS

Yellow
blooms of lance-leaved
coreopsis litter
the lawn. Son says "Leave them." Brother:
"They're weeds!"
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Fragrance

of gardenias

another perk of porch-

sitting early in the morning's

coolness.

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MOM! DAD! HELP!

Its first

trip to the bird-

bath? "Now that I'm here, what

do I do?" It wades in and sips,

then stands.

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Orange
canna blossom
stands as an overlord
above the mandevilla's two
pink blooms.
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Bluejay

squawks, "No suet

in this feeder, lady!

and I could use some sustenance."

"Soon, sir."

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First time

in a long time

I see althea blooms.

Demise of hackberry-tree shade

the cause?

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Barely
audible this
early, nearly-summer
morning, a freight train trundles toward
Texas.
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