Shadows of other lives
creep alongside my path like faithful dogs
in that way of fatigue visions
they appear in the periphery
not vaguely as you might imagine
but solemnly insistent
There is a smell of smoke in the air
passing over my face
a river with snags and mud
impossibly strong current
Does the mind present such visions
for no reason
stray figments of fatal disasters
the opposite side of the fresh leaves pushing daily out of the ground
adorning once bare branches
The spring garden is a place of yearning
where I wonder why the Bartlett pear
has fifty blossoms and the Anjou none
and the Johnny jump up ripped and eaten all winter by the puppy
remains a plump pillow of blossoms
Resilience is key in everything
hear that, honey crisp apple branch
be like the Fuji
find your blossoms
dress for the summer that is on the way
#NaPoWriMo
#dejavu
#lilacsinbloom
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