Sunday, May 4, 2008

Fresh air and bright sun. A puff of clouds, flits of yellow rumps. A breeze.

Leaves dapple and dance, pale green ovals. A million, perhaps more.

Birds scold, dancing between the trees like leaves given flight.

Vultures dance in the air, above it all.

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Humans make a lot of noise.
a 2-seater plane
shouts at paintball
A jet in the distance
Always there are planes.
shouts.

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