battle for dominance,
under the gazebo,
a empty chair sits quietly,
a fan silently turns
without any electricity,
a ritualistic day begins
its journey to conclusion,
with nothing on their minds,
curious creature fly around
in the hopes of finding food,
tomatoes on the vines need
to be picked very soon,
sirens scream through
mental intersections and
we all outside wonder
how soon they
would get here if they
had to stop somewhere first,
each day begets the next
and we forget the originals
as nature continues its
entering growth cycle
unannounced again.
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