A cathedral in a pecked-out cicada thorax. Ants attending Mass. Take, eat.
Two feathers.
Smaller, rounded-winged butterflies in the SILS garden hedge, and fuzzy bee bums.
The fountain in fast-forward, the most exuberant droplets less hesitant than usual.
Surprising rain in the afternoon. The smell of wet bricks.
A very large black bird swooping over the highway.
An old bumper sticker that read, “I my ,” because the red was faded
Yesterday: the most perfect acorn.
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