walk soft lawn
of greening
blades pushing up into
gusty air warmed
by sun in May
gaze new leaves
unfurling bare branches
a billion births
unscrew valve and
let black oil of old year
steady stream out of mower
and add
a new golden year
listen to birds
sing a mozartian welcome
to this this
so new and familiar
don’t block out
memories of mother
planting in May
garden of love
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