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I saw the bluebird first, its beating soft
Red breast. Young water snake, I looked for it
Next settled near the dock but it hadn’t
Risen yet or already’d slithered off.
The pond’s cold. I won’t dive in. It is flogged
By nasty winds abstractly shattering
The sky on its surface like leaves fluttering
While real fallen ones near by jump like frogs.
I’m so happy I can’t believe my eyes.
The barn swallows have returned from the south
Coming like a promised kiss on the mouth.
Friends are welcome even when a surprise.
Pleasant remembered all but forgotten
Thoughts bring the warm sun with them when they come.

Drawing by Akram

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