After A Year

The sun could come up
blue or from the top or not at all
The grackles are iridescent
The squirrels do impossible things between
branches, some of which I’ve never seen
Suddenly, the plants I’ve seen a million times
are given legs, how unfamiliar it is
to watch them stand, just to sit again
in a different places, retaining their joy
filling the air with so much joy
left over for me to breathe

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