Yard sale!—I pull to the curb,
duck some low-hanging branches,
and voila!
Nearly poking me in the eye,
the fatal sprig of pink!
The usual reaction to beauty, a smile,
thoughts of Japan in Spring,
a haiku op...
But now that I’m looking,
just down the block,
Two more! They’re everywhere!
Where have I been?
I resume my drive; the hospital
is festooned—oh well,
Learn a new word,
suddenly you see it everywhere!
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