It seems the world is in full bud and bloom whether I have paid attention, or not.
The rosebush
I never pay attention to
Has buds this year
To beat the band.
The peony behind the garage
Promised pink
Once I turned the corner.
I forgot
It was there.
I wonder what else lurks
Despite me
In spite of me
Maybe even simply
To delight me
With potential bloom.
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