We have finally had enough consecutive warmish days to encourage the forsythia. Now the fly is done inspecting the indoor branch and is on to bothering the cat.
Finally forsythia.
Yesterday
I clipped the sprigs I could find
Added them to two green branches
In the cut glass vase
On the front table.
This morning the forsythia ,
Blooms in shadow
Between the front windows,
Provides an exploration branch
For one lone fly.
He (she?) is methodical,
Checks out each blossom
One at a time.
I see the whole
As outside sculpture
Moved inside.
I consider dusting the table
Underneath.
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