The Street Sweepers Sway

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An entire world reflected up

as I look down,

Clouds mixed with trees

in a puddle on a track.

 

(Inhale, exhale) 

 

I ponder many things 

as I go round:

Do the birds kiss the bees?

Or are they in a constant state of attack?

When butterflies spread their wings, 

do they long for their old bodies back?

 

(Inhale, exhale)

 

Stretch up, gaze around

I savor the breeze and

sip from water-colored ground,

Moving as I please 

to the song birds’ sound.

 

(Inhale, exhale)

 

Dawn makes its way,

An oasis of solidarity 

as the street sweepers sway.

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