This entry is part 75 of 91 in the series Toward Noon: 3verses


A chickadee in the garden
fills its beak with thistle down
and flies off to its nest.

I take a closer look:
that’s no down, but my own white hair
from last month’s haircut.

A spring azure butterfly
lands on the blue gravel road
and disappears.

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