smell of electricity
rolling thunder
drop of rain on the open window sill

windows open
birds beginning to chirp
I know it's time to wake up

waking up to bitter cold
How many times
must the season change?

the whispering wind
her nightly
lullaby

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muddy hands
flowers starting to bloom
the work begins

a bud struggles to bloom;
it must finish
what it set out to do

palm trees sway
in the salty air
she is home

summer ocean waves
softly reaching land
the sand between my toes

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truck in the shop
mechanic calls
tune up the bike

Don't step there!
the old dock
can't take it anymore

egg on a spoon
legs in a gunny sack
the race is on

swimming pool
kid's laughter
first day school is out

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the campfire roars
laughter
fills the brisk air

the pop from the
fire
glows on the ground

down the dusty road
memories of him
grow fonder

the dust flies
the crack
of his wooden bat