May 2001Fresh, mint-green, new-leafed canopy
brown well-trodden path winding ahead,
birds singing lyrically, darting among the branches
and, at knee level, tiny bright blue butterflies bumble about
like beings with no eyes
among the pink-flowered
wild raspberry canes.
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