I long be out, totally outside right now- out on our lawn this breezy May
out where the maple seeds spin and twirl and
dance down- dropping
where ever whim
and breeze
takes
them.
Spring
gusts
set
one
two
three
four
five
ten
twenty
fleets
sailing
soaring
... some might land into saplings & trees
poem copyright ©2024 Anne Selden Annab
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