Far-off woodpecker's
knock, knocking, tap tap tapping,
fountainhead: thin air.

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Setting smoky sun,
tales of Hitler, hidden leaves -
aqueous popping.

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Those firm, painted trees
but breeze gives itself away at
my neighbor's clothesline.

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Now people are out,
and lazy flies, just un-thawed
I wait on tarmac.

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Searched by a bird's shade,
spring seems brighter than I know,
eyes twitch like squirrels.