blast of sun
upon vine
violet eyes
waver and blink
they climb
and strive
toes in soil
harvest soul
golden buds
ripe red spheres
quiver
fans of green
rise up
and wave
at the sun
and the breeze
and the bees
scarlet shoots
belie swelling heart
below the surface
of our garden
cicada
serenades
the Robin
she sings
a love song
back to him
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