these are in no particular order, not a what you would call a set:
our old acacia
pruned
new shoots of green
at the top of our tree
Mr. Finch
chatters away the day
Mr. Finch
stops to scratch some itch
then flies off again
shirtless
he leans out his window
watching the street
shortly after sunrise
soft summer shower
god's mercy
watermelon
BBQed gossip
on the balcony
my black goldfish
infected
white fungus on their fins
happy bonzai
bought at the supermarket
dunno what kind of tree it is?
gone back home again
my neighbor's relatives
nobody to talk to in German
nightly gossip
tea and watermelon
on our front stoops
when it's breezy
all the wind chimes
sound happy
she hates windchimes
my neighbor
says they keep her awake
"We do not inherit the Earth from our parents. We borrow it from our children." Native American Proverb.
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