Two hummingbirds, in and about the maple and juniper: two steps of a hummingbird ladder, climbing into evening.
One green apricot, gnawed on while still in its bloom jacket, or soon thereafter, fallen to the ground, possibly nudged by its mates to its doom. Happy for all that. Look at me, Mom, I made it alone.
Afternoon, marching backwards.
Morning, a bright cheery clown.
Dawn, roses in bloom.
On the front step, a collection of pine cones. June.
A pause at the threshold. Swallowed by the house. The hushed, expectant crowd.
May 30, 2021
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