green
buds start filling in
the
tops of the canopy
enough
to let daydreams
rise
up
releasing
them
without
notice
a
season is a patchwork
making
a forest
a
ring
a
life year
a
document
your
footprints are your paper trail
starlings
speak
like
gleaners
some
migratory without borders
finding
a way here
their
journey
our
journey
--- e b bortz
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