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The World Itself is Not Ponderous
Feathers and giggles,
monarch's first flight,
petals unfurling,
equinox light.
Leaves in the fall,
bulbs in the spring,
in the yard after rain --
a fairy ring.
Fleetingly brief.
Here and then gone.
Like the flash of lightning,
or a chickadee's song.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2020
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