After the Storm

White marbles smash down

petals shed to petals’ dust

and rent red lilies

 

Slight teacup finch nests

swirl above the just-cut grass

their pied eggs unharm’d

 

The storm passes south

its path a stream of tree limbs:

Rush, ripe rite of spring

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